Rainy day, the air smelt like coffee, and old books. Although it was no surprise as it had been around the old college street, where the roads are lined with book shops and century old coffee shops. Yet in all of the culture, with the excitement of students, full of life wanting to have the time of their lives a scream shattered everyone’s peaceful day. Not far down the street, in the alley right by some old book store, a young lady stood in shock at the sight of a corpse. If it wasn’t for the still flowing crimson liquid, one would have assumed the poor person had been dead for quite a while.

The flow of time shall ebb and flow,

As it pains us to see those we love let go.

The elixer of life lean us to procure a true name,

Only to find that in its absence we feel lifes refrain.

To contemplate the idea of a true living source,

Would only leave ourselves in a state of remorse.

Because of this stream of fate and extent,

Many die every day never thinking to repent.

We ravenously consume all we survey,

Without  thinking of others who lack the ability say.

When the time comes that all hase run out,

A single life will mean nothing to the hell bent doubt.

The obscene wake of those cast aside,

We all have things we crave in our soul.

Things that dictate the die that we roll.

We always want what we can not possess,

From relations in life to the way that we dress.

Some of us hold a burden inside,

That hurts much more than to just swallow your pride.

Our minds constantly race twords a state of dis belief,

Never wanting to show that which dwells beneath.

Many of us have been scared by the truth,

How tragedy and death dont make us bullet proff.

False tears bring pain to those around you,

False smiles bring pain that is all to true.

You cant look at life the same way as me,

Because unlike you my feelings are under lock and key.

Sometimes its best to hide your true face,

Because your true self would be severely out of place.

But if you remember one thing,

Its that you may try to go far,

You must reach out and push on,

If you listen close you can hear it ring.

The sound of life's bell and the song that it sings.

You can hear it sound from the day you are born,

To the end of your days in the persona you've worn.

You can hear it ring loud and you can hear it ring low.

It can bring you great joy or it will leave you in woe.

The bell will sound strange to those unaware,

But one you recognize the sound you will listen with the utmost care.

So now i hope you take time through the coarse of your day,

To see with your ears and hear life this way.

Your life wont be the same if you put things aside,