In vapours and smoke, we see the world blink,
Turning unto you as you would never think.
Thinking good things make you happy and forget your fears,
Yet seeing them happen for others might bring tears.
Tears ensure you never forget old pain,
You sometimes you feel what's there to gain?
Gaining experience helps us move forward,
But somehow memories have the adamant power to pull us backwards.
Life has never been easy, nor will it ever be,
I'll never be you, nor you me.
