collected

the tree of life

I search for the feeling
of euphoria,
thinking I don’t deserve
the feeling of joy.

People mock
and point fingers
at happy people,
who are living their lives
like they will never die.

But I know the fate of death
that lays on our shoulders
and I don't understand why you won't live
like you will die tomorrow.

You claim that a good foundation
comes from hard work and wisdom-
that the fruit of my labor
will manifest in time-

But things happen,
temptation takes away souls,
and an apple can't take
the pain away.

And time doesn't give you joy.

And pushing through the darkness,
clinging onto iron hope,
doesn't get easier as you go-

So hold on,
maybe you will find a tree-
or a great spacious building,
the devil
and me.