There is no time like the present
to fall to your knees
as the weight you’ve been carrying
slowly turns to bees.
And the cracks you’ve been filling
are bursting at the seams,
as the hope you’ve been expecting
remains only in your dreams.
People pass you by with not a care
and never stop to ask
why you’re on the ground in pain
unprotected by your mask.
And soon there will come a time,
as their fortune will not last,
when they’ll fall to their knees
with a soul so far downcast.
Autumn Siders 