So Antiquated by MwsR
The room can get cold
Even with its familiar ways
Too little effort can be given any time of day
Voices repeat what they’ve heard before
Time to close the chapter on the open door
Rest for the body
Repeat for the mind
Nothing is ever too gentle or too kind
Life stops for only short brief pauses
Then it falls back in line
There can be so much push from behind
Strangely things will appear
First in a moment of silence, then through the tears
Have we not lived to love?
Has our hearts not been enough?
Tranquil, thinking for a spell
We all pretend, we know how to so well.
No judges, because there are no saints
Just people who live life, so quaint
Forgetting the struggles for a mere measure of time
But still, they are not blind
They just chose the path
Stay away from the wrath
And swallow happiness like they swallow air
It soaks into their skin,
Ever so often.
