Why Are?

Why are

The things that are so easy,
Those always turn for the worst?

Illusions in my dreams,
Always seem better than reality I'm living?

Friends better then the enemy,
Not turning back on fear?

Flowers always blooming,
Even when times become tough?

Links become established,
But we never stay in contact?

Naive children seem so innocent,
With no experience to go by?

Aren't we just seeing the past?

Seeing how they lived, you lived,
Now you and I are here.
Make a difference,
Use the past as influence.

Making it a better place for the future.