The Unwritten Rule

Forget the dreams, for life has other plans,

It bends for no one and ignores the heart;

We slip like water through the world's cold hands,

And play our fleeting, transitory part.

Each soul is just a teacher passing through,

A fragile mortal tied to time and breath,

To learn the lessons that are handed due,

Before we cross the silent halls of death.

The proof is right before your weary eyes:

The world moves forward, careless of our pain.

So dry the tears, dismiss the quiet sighs,

And let the river take its course again.