Life ?

I am devoured by thoughts Slowly do they drag me down Into a deep stream of confusion What ever we do with our lives Doesn’t matter if we are heroes or felons It will still have the same ending There is no way out All we can do is walk into the light And hope heaven has a spare pair of wings Every year the trees go brown The wind is like a thousand knives Cutting through us Like we were only made of water But every year spring returns Waking us from our numb feeling All the darkness has caused Everything comes alive Blossoms, reminding us to live A human, so fragile Walking on a thin line It is only a question of time Before the line breaks