Occupied Poem by Drew Engman

Two minutes takes an hour to pass, a day goes in a second
Time keeps traveling off and away, to where I never ask.
Because life always ends too soon,
And I don't know how to face it.
It's weird to realize we're doomed, and none of us will make it.

I make the best of what we've got by being more fun than serious
Staying high and occupied, better than sad, or furious.
I still miss the many who've already died
Tragedy strikes like lightning.
Love never learned how to say goodbye-
To the living death is frightening.

Fairy tales and nighttime prayers comfort the mother and child
But I'm not sure there's anything there
Inspite of faith, I'm trying, but wild