Marie Digby All good things ( Come to an end)

Dogs were whistling a new tune Barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon so that they could die Honestly what will become of me I don t like reality It s way too clear to me But really life is daily We are what we don t see We missed everything daydreaming Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Travelling I always stop at exits Wondering if I ll stay Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dream dies The pain sets it and I don t cry I only feel gravity and I wonder why And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away And the clouds were dropping and The rain forgot how to bring salvation The dogs were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon so that they could die