False Musings

Their hearts are of the richest gold and their wings the purest white,
But yet they seem to melt away and grasp colors of black at night.
We sit around the fire and chant personal meanings to ourselves,
Because we think that after death there may be nothing else.

We age slowly into time but still our youth we pray to keep,
Of course the scent of history has become stale from what it reaps.
Sometimes nothing turns to something when we see what faith holds,
But others shy away and have a tendency to avoid being so bold.

The sickest mind is never noticed because of how it thinks,
And since we all have a little something of impurity between blinks.
Winners are the ones who tell the story and make it believed as true,
While losers sink into shadow because there's nothing they can do.

Reflections are prone to make us believe the hardships of the past,
But when the peaceful water ripples there's nothing else to last.
Maybe when we gather together and decide to create a game,
The argument of a simple team could determine another fame.

Stretch your mouth into a fake smile until you falter and choke,
Because sometimes it's simply easier to laugh when you're the joke.
Where your heart lies is also where your cold dead body will rest,
We decide not to consider because it's nothing more and nothing less.

Walking down the street we turn to a path within the wild waves,
Or maybe a forest is where we belong and hope to be saved.
But yet there is nothing to calm nerves set on fire as they burn away,
Not even the promise of yesterday because tomorrow is not today.

We say we want to escape torture but we feel safe inside the scars,
And perhaps pain is what you choose to prove you will go that far.
When night turns to day and all of our hope slowly fades away,
There's not much we can think or do and there's nothing we can say.