Roses, and thorns

roses, and thorns
rainbows and unicorns

the silent bird chirps in loneliness
as the world moves fast, a few beings regress

the done, undone and not done now, such hazy
smiles and frowns, oh so crazy

and then amidst this shrek of unknown
the pains are cherished, happiness is felt in the moan

you call it life, i call it living
undefined, we let it be for the misgiving

loathe in it, drag or run
cherishing to acknowledge the pain in the fun

it is there, oh the movement still
thoughts to live by, or thoughts to kill

roses, and thorns
rainbows and unicorns

- Diary of an Oxymoron