Flowers

Dying, dying, dead

It's almost like the Earth and my soul collided

Becoming one

The similiarity between us 

We are both dying

I however am dying to grow up, 

Dying to be independent,

Dying to be rich,

Dying to find my purpose,

And dying to become successful 

But Earth, Earth is actually dying

Earth is dying to live,

Dying because the selfishness of man,

Dying while we kill,

Dying while we live,

Just like a relationship hanging from a thread,

The only problem is

We are killing this breathtaking, unmistakable beauty that Earth has given us

Dying, dying, dead.