Living Today

I've torn all the beautiful letters,
Each writing love just as a script,
These odes to the hopeless romance,
The shield and the sword for the broken,
For real - a couple quick notes,
Saying that everything ends.

I've buried my once cherished dream -
I'm tired of living tomorrow,
Tomorrow of yesterday,
Tomorrow that's already gone.
And the fortress that's built of sand
Would be good just for losing the fight.

Such a perfect love story would die
Right before its beginning, so tragic.
No one would be waiting for me
On the faraway island of hope.
And the hearth of a fantasy
Would give only deceptive warmth.

Even shallow and rotten hearts
Speak in oaths, serenades and rhymes,
Like a deaf man can sing a song
They enjoyed when they still could hear.
They create only to destroy,
As a word has the shortest life.

I still keep living in the wave
Of our being apart together,
We're living a mystery,
But at least it is not a lie.
And it's only life's perfect guise
In your eyes that I've fallen for.