Life, Death, Solitude and Resurrection (Part Two)

Love becomes a mix of four obscurities: Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities Human beings are guided by a false sense of infatuation But it is biology that guides human beings, in a process of frustration Love is the fairytale we all try to disbelieve But deep down inside, we all believe this phenomenon is not make-believe Boys await their goddess of blond hair and blue eyes Beautiful bodies and perfect thighs Girls await their knight in shining armour A man of great prestige and excellent valour We all wait for the perfection we experienced in the world of ideas Before the invention or conception of our lives The movies make love seem so easy A magical mutual spark of interest; it's all just so cheesy In the real world of love, you will find that most want to use you Abuse you, chew you, spit you out and won't excuse you As we grow, we find that the goddess is nonexistent, and the knight of shining armour is long dead Instead we go ahead We lower our standard to something more achievable And look for someone with a spirit more meaningful As we are constantly in competition with our respectful brotherhood and sisterhood Some will find their soul mate right in front of their gate And others will burn in their desires and curse our chosen fate Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities We look up towards the sky of fate and destiny for the missing love in our lives Damning us completely is the curse of death Eventually experiencing our loved ones breathe their last breath And one day acknowledging that our breaths are counted The angel of death will forever hover above us mounted His axe swinging downward when we least or most expect it We soon grow old and in pain We realize that this life has not much to gain We experience that the darkness surrounding has made us slightly insane We see that although we stuck to their rule, law, boundary, and lane That we sit here waiting to conclude and be born again But only after our bodies and strained and chained into the earth beneath As our soul escapes from between our grinding teeth and in the sky of fate and destiny