Stages of Life

Drinking drinks from boxes and straws

Currently oblivious to the worlds flaws

There is no work and only play

You can’t wait for it to be another day.

There are only monsters in your dreams

The line between imagination and reality is straining at the seams

Happiness seems eternal and forevermore

There’s so much world to see beyond the door.

Drinking drinks from cans and glasses

The world that you knew is now in ashes

There is no play only work and pain

Which tomorrow you will have to experience again and again.

There are monsters in reality as well as in dreams

Your imagination has gone mad and painfully screams

The happiness has gone and is no longer there

There’s so little world and you no longer care.

Drinking drinks from cups and straws

Currently oblivious to the worlds flaws

There is no work, there is no play

You struggle to waste yet another day.

There are only the monsters of your past

Your imagination finally has its way at last

Happiness is a fabrication yet seems oh so real

You’ve seen the world but no longer feel.

Now there is no need to drink anything at all

Now that the reaper has come to call

You don’t even know if there will be another day

What even is a day anyway?

Depends where you go and what you believe

While all the ones you left wallow and grieve

Happiness could be forever or nevermore

There could be everything or nothing behind that door.