The world that appears filled 

With all that fill the senses with bliss,

Aloud and alone, I find myself wondering, 

What is it here that I will ever miss?

I set my sight at all that is good and beautiful 

And precious like the sun’s very first ray 

Entering the room to wake me up 

bringing back this chaos from dreams of disarray

Oh how happy I feel at every inclusion 

Into the array of all that is wanted but unneeded

The joy that is missing feels unjust and never stay 

Leaving thorns without flowers that were never seeded

When I hear it somewhere close, every time I curb the cry 

I can’t see it but I know its the sound of my life passing me by.