Withering Lives
We start beautiful
intoxicating beauty
virgins in the sky
then we fall to the ground
picked at by birds with each tweak
we wither by the tide
billions of us growing so weak
each dream driffting to the horizon
slowly as we follow
burried within
forgetting allthat has past
to doom the next generation
that surley wont last
we follow these dreams
destroying all in our paths
and soon
at the tip of our fingers
we show proof in the end
reach it
and pass