The bees are starting to die off again
You can see the little bits of frost when they let out their last breaths and the sadness that follows
We pretend like it’s normal to watch them fall from the sky as if they were nuclear raindrops
But you know how it goes,
Never ask questions
Never care about a damn thing
Time and time again there will be a seasonal change
And with it will come new weather and new ground to walk over
Time and time again
You’ll feel yourself needing a shift
A sort of change in direction from how you view the world right now
Needing anything but what you want to grow and live longer
Here it goes,
The never-ending battle of fog.