Life

Sitting on an empty bench, amidst the brief rainy and stormy days of life, you contemplate Kind to all, but always unpleasant; Oh, what a miserable life. How long must it be like this? Amidst a stunning garden, Where would you fit in? You feel the cold drops land on your pale and tired skin, Wondering, however, if maybe, just maybe things could have been different. So boring and tedious; lasting. But you must enjoy it while you still feel something; Still intact from the emptiness of death, Right? Between the clouds and the rain that slowly disappear, you see the Moon; Which, before, you found impressive, But today, just another dull rock in the middle of the lookout.