Oblivion

Old kitchen smell Brings me right back To a memory I just didn't know that I still had As a writer You'd think I could Tell apart what matters from what should be overlooked But that is far away from true Cause I am constantly pursuing What's the meaning and the use of All these memories perfuming All my present days with aged scents Oxidated by distorted levels of importances Perspective is relative I know compared to all the galaxy My problems seem so small Turns out I wasn't born a galaxy, I'm a writer, I recall I'll only make you cry in public Thinking fondly 'bout a time When you were happy with someone But now it's only in your mind And you know history books won't tell it Suddenly you are consumed By these assured ephemeralities And people's finitudes Oblivion The unavoidable doom Life keeps passing Passions mutate You seem to have gone so far you fear it's getting late Then you get home A long time abroad And you feel the sizes of the rooms are somehow odd But that is far away from true Of course you know the house just stood there While the changing part was you Who got your memories confused With trivialities from recent days Slowly overwriting all the limited space of your brain Is ignorance a bliss? I know compared to all the galaxy My problems seem so small Turns out I wasn't born a galaxy, I'm a writer, I recall I'll only make you cry in public Thinking fondly 'bout a time When you were happy with someone But now it's only in your mind And you know history books won't tell it Suddenly you are consumed By these assured ephemeralities And people's finitudes Oblivion The unavoidable doom Oblivion The unavoidable doom