Why is life so lifeless for you, poor child?
Is there a thing in this world that could lighten you up, put a smile on your face?
You are brooding, but why?
Has someone wronged you, or has misfortune fallen upon you?
Have your clouds been filled with nothing but rain, leaving your days bleak and overcast?
Do you have any words to profess your empty melancholy, or do you want to just sit there in silence?
You’ll be okay, with your youth and your ambitions, and your future sprawled out in front of you,
Like a series of still-lifes in a gallery,
your smiles, tears, and daydreams of tomorrow on display,
Framed in white and hung on drywall for you to observe,
A procession of your forms in due time and the sun holding your hand,
Ushering you into your last days.
Don’t you see how remarkable all this is?
To live and breathe, and one day no longer?
For now, you are alive and the stars are your company,
So radiate the light of living and bask in minutes that will have you.