Lost in the Mundane
Lost in the mundane alliterations,
devoid of emotions-
we are rushing.
Like a movie playing on the curtain,
what occurs behind-
is something of an oblivion.
Indulged in the trickeries,
we are heedless of the warmth of a body, and
the purity of love.
inanely trying to wipe away our heart woes-
we consider ourselves to be stoics,
can you say otherwise?