Why does my heart not beat?
Why does the moon only rise when I cannot sleep?
Why does death also wish me a happy birthday?
Why does my life never seem complete?
When will there be a time where I can be?
Where the ocean and land meet and everything can be at peace.
The beauty of pain is the desire of the flames, they call our names.
The hope of hurt is the only disaster that you dream.
A life that seems so complete but has holes that run through the feet.
This life is one that has everything, but the same time you have everything.
You then ask yourself is this everything and is this me.
It is still not what you want, but it is what you need.
So, you smile and say cheese.