Being oblivious has its charm
when you know nothing and follow the winds in the farm.
They hum and rustle-
As they wake you up without any alarm.
I’ve seen and lived through it all,
I wanted to decipher the unknown.
It’s a dark lonely road, knowing it all
Measured up the distance, though it was yesterday-
I couldn’t take a ride back to oblivion.
All I see now are broken pieces everywhere-
Hearts with holes, thoughts wandering elsewhere.
Wish I could take a ride back to oblivion
For it was better for a whole lot of reasons.