Crazy Hospital

Flowers are okay before they blow up,
Enjoy the silence and then go,
Life's a dream when you hide here,
Run around, and then go,
Leave.

Amusing, the illusion that time flies,
Time remains still, hovering in the air,
As the Earth rotates underneath, passing it by,
Thus people fall like the blameless snow.

I was comfortably occupying this world,
Willing away time on a bicycle in the sunshine,
But then I remembered,
I neither had time,
Nor a bicycle.

Yet we enjoy waltzing with the clouds,
Eyes comparable to a waterfall,
Cannot tell if this is joy or pain,
Constant failure but refusal to give up.
Like chasing a butterfly in the shadow of rain.