Easy | Felicia Phillips

A time comes,
A time goes,
Learning, hurting
and failing.

Thrown into nothing,
Drowning in the emptyness.
Experiance grows,
as one swims through the deps.

It is a hard thing,
Graying hair, wrinkles.
Cracking, aching,
Bones ready to snap.

Simply fall asleep,
dream of nothing,
Finally, feel nothing,
it's easy.