So soon
Does yesterday become tomorrow
Finding us older, not yet wiser
Sometimes not so strong
Courage always wavering never seeming
But always smiling, sometimes beaming
Even building tall seems sorrowful
As if done in an after thought
Somehow mastering the art of time
Rendered mute by my own volition
Evoking nothing but apathy
Even in the simplest of souls
But my lackluster heart will not be swayed
I promised to try
I promised to try to live
That promise dies with me
In a midnight farewell that blooms
Only in the dark wanderings of my soul
-J Barajas
So soon
A Dead Language 