It Does Not Count Poem by Hans Preciado

keep it for yourself since you do not know what happens
we lie every ways and we yet move on like it did not happen
we see with eyes we do not deserve to evolve into and we appreciate life in all of its glory, as if we deserve it
where are we going, why such vague life?
what are we doing, why such sadness in ones' head?
keep me away from the night because it will eat me alive
and the cold the creeps down in the waterfall of my head rest window,
slows my heart to tell me it is ok, that the pain will go away.