Misled

[seeyat]

Rest your head, these moments are no longer
Those passed, perhaps all we could long for
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Our hearts in what we choose
Where life will find its place

Nothing more than a passionless embrace
All these anxious tears to fall that time would soon erase
Worthiness in question, though it should never be
Life in all its facets never allowed to see
Nothing to face

Let the leaves flutter calmly in the breeze
The branches find their sway with the music of the seas
Stars shining brightly against black and cloudless skies
The sounds of nature find us when we slowly close our eyes
We are the chosen, a wish to press

We hope to know but, so fruitless
Life has failed to find itself upon request
All its moments known have redirected
This miracle of monuments is never as expected
A perfect failure, none so hopeless