Hey there you, what a day
The sun is out and children play
Care for naught, and naught a care
If only Life could pause and stay
A gleeful sight
Until midnight
When all dark thoughts
Turn on a light
Making me remember
That sad month before September
All hope was lost, the greatest cost
The end of my poor burning ember
Yet it sparked a flame in me
Oh how Life lives, ironically
Challenging our grandest plights
Behind a door that has no key
She left traces, masked and gloved
For me to find, to not succumb
Oh how it pains to think of Her
And Life’s cruel vengeance: Loss of the Loved
How the World Should Work 