Divided Unity

Fairytale Ending

Perfection is a construct

Just as voices are a medium

Where thoughts and words combine

In the hopes someone will understand.

The truth is, we're all lonesome

All alone, trapped in our minds

Thinking others won't accept us

Projecting what was left behind.

We think that animals are lower

Because they don't speak the language we do

But in reality, they're brilliant

They don't need those confined words.

They don't need to read the subtitles

They don't need to sing along

They march to the drums of their hearts

And they sing to their own songs.

Where we have not evolved

Our own inventions have reached the sky.

They have touched the worlds beyond

All the while their creators die.

If we are all that brilliant

And we've so much time to give,

Then why is it that life's so fleeting;

Why can't we forever live?

And so we gaze upon the graves

Of legendary music staves

Where tempo and transcriptions

May descend and dim the lights.

The audience will never know

What they should be expecting.

So easily entertained, we are

When it's so difficult to look away.

What is it that captures our gaze, anyway?

What is it that we see?

Do we see angels in the stage lights

Or our demons on the walls?

Do insomniac minds think alike,

Or does a phantom silence their cries

Who's to say they know the way

And that love never dies?

Relationships are fleeting,

Perhaps moreso than life itself.

It's hard to think the years go by

And become insignificant frames on shelves.

Sensations and memories remain

But euphoria is a hellfire.

There are no fairytale endings

Until your heart retires.