Oblivious

The bird soars, oblivious to the wind beneath its wings The fish swims, oblivious to the water in the sea Humans experience this life much the same Obliviously Our desires to understand and seek truth are unimportant We’re content with our feelings and socially constructed lies We take for granted the blessing that we were born And try to convince ourselves that in our final death, we somehow find life As the last grain of sand drops into the bottle We become aware the rivers are running dry Unmoored by this unique opportunity Oblivious, we die