Hey Melancholy, I don't want you to feel like a victim of that descending love,
I know that you're infinitely giving, but maybe now it's time to stop the loss,
Plus work through the deep sadness that's been treading on your boots,
Then realize the imperishable light that's actually guiding you,
Cherish the life that's been given to you,
Without wondering why you do the things that you do;

God knows your challenges were real,
You had to walk through alleys, valleys, rallies and caves,
Until the day you approached a gorgeous mountain,
You once called me and told me how you felt when you got to the top,
But I heard you weren't the same when you came down to the plain,
There's no need to meddle with imaginary demons when they poke you with a pin,
Some feelings are mish-mash, and you might feel warped by them but you're the same;

And so what if you're single G? Just go out to the shingle beach, draw pictures in the sand,
Grab and hold some pebbles by your hands,
let the sunset quiet your agony and calm your head,
Rejoice with the pretty finches, sea waves and fleeting moments,
Remain unbowed to deceiving voices,
Go with the flow, don't pace it!


~olybys~

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