We're sitting on a hill,reminiscing about our deeds.These are mesmerising moments of ease;scenes are harmonising in keys.But we're in a state of oblivion,shunned from the view of fate in this period.We think about the nice days from our teens; the things that we did at our free will.We're in sync with the future and past tensions. Indeed, we could enjoy the present intentions. But we're in a state of oblivion,shunned from the view of fate in this period.We envision our problems gone;with collisions exposed and pawned.Oh! We could enjoy this peaceful time,on this hill, watching the sunrise.But we're in a state of oblivion,shunned from the view of fate in this period.The beautiful birds stride pass our face.Thick cuticles blurred, striped by hours of grace.They flap their wings, forming art;tail lamps for us, bleeding hearts.But we're in a state of oblivion,shunned from the view of fate in this period.People of different cultures come to us.Simple, they offer their services; no Judas.Wave their hands with care; give their food to share.But we're in a state of oblivion,shunned from the view of fate in this period.What a sad case this is; our mindfulness is butchered.Heads are swimming between the past and the future.Opportunities to love others in truth are being missed.Communities could share true love; limiting the rifts.But we're in a state of oblivion,shunned from the view of fate in this period.