SubtleDagger

To Forget Life's Beauty

We've dowsed ourselves in circumstance
And focused on each ever-shifting second;
We've taken time to count the sands
In hourglasses, while the hands
Of ticking clocks and watches always beckon.

We've buried ourselves in the papers
And glanced upon the controversial stories;
We've seen the crimes, the births and deaths
The coupling and the epithets
That lead us to forget our given glory.

We've slaved over the dirt and coal
And wrought our towers from the untilled soil;
We build our hopes and dreams upon
The buildings that we've labored on,
In hopes that neither sand nor stone will spoil.

We've hurt ourselves and those we love
And danced over every broken possession;
We craft our rhymes, our notes and art,
We write of how our sordid hearts
Are broken with each non-lasting impression.

Yet in each man and woman lies
A truth under our clouded eyes,
That beyond our minds' sweet alibis
We defy the nothingness within
All of our simple
Impossible lives.