Can we live our lives in a day ?
Can that day hold more joy for us than a lifetime?
A lifetime of meaningless smiles and studied perfection?
Light and dark...
Can we take the performance any longer?
Even if we get the prize of performance
The prize for surviving... the prize for just making it through
...the party we celebrate
Populated by people laughing to cover the deafening silence
Desperately trying not to find anything meaningful
No one who wants to talk about anything that matters
And how we try to capture
Everything that happens in a moment
The history of our feelings
Of who we were once
Can anyone put that down on paper
Can anyone capture the moment
And if we do..
If we do..
Won't it start meaning less... no matter where we start
Does it matter?