Pain can be so cruel,
Is it easier to say there is no soul?
Love can be so hard,
Is it easier to say a heart is just an organ,
Uncapable of love?
Morals and religions,
United or apart,
Do not make life,
Therefore they do not create,
All the events we're so troubled by.
Persception of the devil,
Unintenionable syllables can burn,
But to give up every sense,
To give up every purpose,
Will never ease the sting.
Heartbreaks by the dozen,
So many paths,
Full of twists and turns,
Smiles and tears,
None of it will ease,
Whether it be heart or mind you follow.
We demand so much of ourselves,
We lay completely forgotten,
We cry,
And we are selfish,
Blaming things we merely created,
Blaming figments of our creativity.
Live for a day with acceptance,
Live for a day with understanding,
Wait for us to build what we destroy,
People, buildings, towns and cities,
Friendships, families, and lovers,
Wait on the day we do not blame creation,
Live for the day we embrace it.
