We are Doomed, Surely Dead

Bugs flying through the warm air.

Little birds chasing them with care

Like kids to a pie looking for their share?

But to their dismay nothing's ever fair

At this time there is no care

A day for relaxation, no temptation

Stress occurs, the present time, in everyone's mind

Though little thoughts whisper inside our heads,

We are doomed surely dead

We can stop this is what we thought but now is too late for change to

our we will be dried up and dead from thoughts in our heads

So, this is why this day has come for relaxation no temptation to think

The thought...

We are doomed surely dead...