Born To Be Doomed

we are born to bloom

instead we choose to get lost in our own doom

mourning the anything every day

staring at the void inside (denying)

we are born to break

nothing is eternal, but the undarling death

praise the greener terrain

in this never ending never enough

rot from the roots

in the end what it will become?

we already know, but we carry on

with spilling hope pretending we will overcome

in the end, we will not be here anymore

some of us live like we are meant to stay

meant to leave a mark forever in this earth

while we just do not care that much

we are just a gathering of atoms

we are already falling without realizing

in this never ending dream

if nothing is changed

emptiness is the resolution

utopia promises lists as bouquets of dead flowers

exists in the reality within your mind only

we are born to bloom

we are born to be doomed

we are born to break

we are born to take it all until there is nothing left to tell