Seasons change

there’s a taste on my tongue, so bitter

how can life be so frail and sail by so fast?

just like how seasons change and flowers wither

our unwritten stories will soon just be part of the past.

though I try to just focus on the things that matter

I fear about things that are out of my control,

I’m afraid that I’ll end up just like the Mad Hatter

consumed by my paranoia, just a crazy soul.

seasons change, they always do. flowers bloom

then wither, just like our fragile lives.

that is why you have to make every moment count.

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Bodor Aliz XII. H