Pisaries Creator

Over lack of tenderness and with wilting flowers, 
the vines will die with them.
Humans call it a cycle of life and death.
You can't change simplicity, and if there's 
a way to elongate, keep it to quiet.
No one likes an unsolicited mouthpiece,
wide open when it should be closed,
I would prefer nothing more, for these stupid
ideas to suffocate and die.
These are the dying vines we witness.
The dirty flies that keep circling above our heads.
We might be aware of their existence,
but their luck is similar to ours in passing.
Eventually, they will be forgotten over time,
time blending together and becoming still.
This is right for human survival.
The hardened ground will find a way again.
New flowers will show similarities,
giving the previous ones before their purpose
of belonging in the first place.