Little Things in Life

The Sweet Song of Oblivion

Do you feel the beat of the rain against the window?

Do you feel the pounding of your heart?

Do you feel the steady flow

of this lonely river part?

Do you love yourself?

Do you love your eyes?

Your mouth?

Your heart?

Do you wear that smile on everyday?

Do you fake this smile everyday?

You're so used to it, 

so much it stays.

But do you hate the beat of the rain?

Do you hate the blood rushing to your heart?

Is it strange, 

the steady flow of it?

Is the river really the lonely part?

Do you hate yourself?

Your eyes?

Your mouth?

Your heart?

Why should you pretend that smile?

Doesn't it hurt, this part?

Isn't it bile?

Isn't it bitter?

But it's also so sweet,

so warm,

so hot,

it might burn. 

Does this hurt?

Are you sick of this numbness, 

that incases you?

That swallows you?

Are you sick of your lack of remorse,

which gives a dark hue?

But together this is a beautiful pain.

A view

of a bigger picture.

Are you sane,

to love this pain?

Are you fine,

with this thin line,

of love and hate?

But it is not of your own choice,

to decide this world.

Do you really have a voice.

in this world.

No, but this is what it's like,

to live in a world we do.

Life is not fair,

but that doesn't mean it 

isn't beautiful.

So many questions in the world,

yet not enough answers.