Fleeting
Temporary is the trouble of this time. I have taken pains to never feel anything too strongly around these parts, because I know that in the end it's all temporary. It could all be gone in a day, and I'd be a fool to love something that's leaving, when I'm so stuck right where I am. I'm not allowed to follow. I'm supposed to have these things here that hold me, but I don't see anything in particular.