Was it this very soul
who thought she had it all?
Everything's taking a toll
on this life so wretched, so old.
Doors creaked.
Went in and out, everyone did.
Such torturous lives we lead,
with nothing but Pride to feed.
Like wet clays,
what else would mould us?
Other than Time and Trials;
Life's great tests and teachers.
Who stays the same
when we're too busy keeping ourselves sane?
Yesterday we buried our past,
but pasts with souls -they haunt us.
