Oblivion

Oblivion, how quickly it catches up with us Like the shadow of a giant bird that doesn't even notice us in its slow flight at low altitude. Tide of the past arose suddenly The next second life changes forever Moving silently towards the light Favorite things fade into oblivion The beloved's face blurs, her warm lips become cool And the salty wind carries away our desperate attempts to make this world a little better. A butterfly flutters on the window pane In its blind will to freedom And then creeps up to the end of that will Everything becomes the same The differences don't matter anymore.