Half a Heart

We are still the youthful creatures With hearts that are disturbed by the bleakness Only acknowledging testimony and what is given Without noticing the hearts that clarifies disruption From a meaningless imagination to fictional philosophy From the vibrant orange smiling throughout the daytime To the circular block of cheese that illuminates the night sky The hearts of the guiltless pawns have not yet been filled Dreaming under a meteor or a meteor shower of destruction The pitiful pawns showed invisible dread and zero fear Existing in a playground of building blocks or a wild circus Fulfilling every moment with worthless activities Riding the river in the direction the wind glides Leisurely watching the sand in the hourglass fall Humming lullabies when the weary doze by pills Their hearts lack veins and blood that are clueless Some handled and tamed but always savage inside With a bare purpose to frolic and to drown in mirth Nor affection, nor death would they be shaken by Hence a colourful mind and half a heart dwells