Smell the salty ocean. Smell that?
Feel the early autumn breeze. Feel that?
See the cherry blossoms run through the wind. See that?
Taste the sweet cherry ice cream. Taste that?
Hear the waves crashing against your feet. Hear that?
The sand between your toes,
Camera in hand,
The chilly air tickling your nose,
Embracing the moment.
Are you sure it’s not just Déjà vu?
Not just the moment where your heartbeat stops?
Wishing for your dream of peace, true,
The moment you wake up in a cold sweat?
Is it something you can reach out and touch?
It’s no longer a reality anymore.
You’re feeling fear and stress.
Your own demons come creeping out the door.
And before you know it,
You’re gone and dead.
Do you see a rose now?
It may seem like the beauty of life,
But the thorns are hidden.
Now blood streams down from your fingertip,
And you feel the God given anxious bliss.