Oh, Vita

Solid is the soul that follows no role

Whole is the heart that stands on its own

The ones who stand tall aren’t afraid to fall

Forever loved are the people who find friendship alone

Lost are those who search for logic in emotion

Numb are their hands that fuel the commotion

As spectators neglect traitors to witness wheels in motion

Skeptics question why hate bubbles through poison, self-made, potions

Ignorance and innocence both make for bliss and predicament 

Never lose sentiment or find yourself in the midst of its interment 

Ye not need to savour thy youth for it is possessed by the mind

If one were to let go of oneself, oneself is who one would find

We stand by, stand against, stand for, in the end we stand the same

Opposition, our position, field and goal, though this is not a game

Breathe in and out each day, go which ever way, know that no one is sane

And more appreciation is given to the sunlight as we experience the rain