Open your eyes

Open your eyes

There is so much to see

If you pretend

Everything under the sun

Is new

Which it is

When nothing is

As it was yesterday

Every deep red rose

Will die

The petals burned

In memory

As an archetype

It is easier

To believe the world

Can be preserved,

With string and a cleverly

Placed neck brace

Trembling

Limbs supported

With scaffolding

As in old photographs

To prevent change

Endorse a fantasy,

Than to see how briefly

Blooms the flower

Be grateful

For the purpose of everyday

And people

Too easily missed