BEAUTY OF A TEAR

Every word here is a lie
for truth is never told with beautiful words
Every tear "disappears" it exists in oblivion
for theres no beauty in its existance
Only sunny days and blooming flowers
ever capture the imagination
gloomy days and streaky cheeks
never find the light of words
for who finds beauty in suffering


Life is a race from the word go
to escape death and pain
knowing not ironically its just a trap
we end up in their embrace
while running away from them
only "fools" stay back to touch and feel
death and pain are just as real
Feel for they stop being what they are
and become just a part of life
In the quest for the meaning of life
and life after death
everybody loses perspective
while fools die a peaceful death
the enlightened turn in their graves
for not being fools