Somethings

Somethings better than nothing

Isn't always the case,

Where key memories arrest

The personality at its base.

Where the dreams within surround us

Like pillows upon which we rest our heads,

Take equal billing with our memories

And occupy us till death.

We temper times we wish would pass

With merriment and mirth,

In hopes that through it all one day,

We'll all give out to birth.