Existinct

We can embrace love
Or turn it away
However, one day, we’ll think and say:
We felt it and knew it
But did nothing to secure it’s integrity;
Left behind to lose all it’s meaning
I guess that’s the way that it goes:
Just the evening flow
As a season shows
And all living things know
Born into a light
Alright: a fight
Beyond that first sign
Easing into the game:
The pain, the fame, the blame
And space
Sweet days, we haze in a daze
I guess that’s the way that it goes:
Just the evening flow
As a season shows
And all living things know
I guess that’s the way that it goes
I guess that’s the way that it goes?