This is the song of seven billion hearts
Mouths crying out in melodious agony
In search of a different time
Lips, tongue, teeth, cheeks
All orchestrate to a symphony
Urging, pushing, pulsing against rough currents
Now is never enough
Flesh and bone yearns for
Black and white photos
Even coloured polaroids
Decades ago,
We desired Before
Now what?
We don't want to be here
To carry the weight of a thousand tragedies
To swallow a million unfulfilled hopes that
Crush our throats, chests and shoulders
Hear the bones breaking
While we grow accustomed to a splintered heart
The pain is a constant,
Whispering violence into our ears
Now, we are numb to it
So the day continues
Dressed with smiles and laughter and chatter
But fleeting happiness distracts the truth
Once they disappear and darkness sets in,
We start to drown again,
Wildly flailing our arms in hopes of staying afloat
There, the future on the horizon
We strive and strive for its touch
Its bittersweet taste
Until we empty our lungs and they collapse
Like wounded soldiers
No breath left to expell
With quivering hands,
We hold hope close to our hearts
For moments that have yet to pass
An uncertainty unaccounted for,
And despite the blurred images,
It is most coveted
Onward into the unknown,
Into something we hope is better than this
Hope,
What a futile thing
