It starts with excitement.
You think there's nothing better.
You feel so great,
You think it will last forever.
But when you start to feel alone,
You search for someone to enjoy it with you.
And then things begin to repeat.
You think lowly of what you use to love.
It takes a while but you remember,
What it was.
Then you notice how much you missed,
And you beg it doesn't end.
You're bothered by what has passed.
But then wisdom sets in,
You realize the end is near but you accept it.
Your only hope is that you can listen again.
Kye Kurion
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-the-song/
