Trivial few, Vital many ..

There is an indelible mystery, unraveling
A day or two, it might play peek-a-boo ..
But its there for sure
Wont you ask yourself ..
Why isn't she here .. ?
Never said Goodbye, not returning for anything, anymore
Yet you're stuck on a memory, all alone
Occupied amongst a race
thats skilled in faking grace ..
Every tear, any pain ..
Let it flow .. down the drain
Those trivial few that rule our life ..
The vital many, who help us survive

You wake up any day, for whom do you care
The one's who's not there besides
or the one
staring down from near ?
If for the former your feelings don't subside
and shadows chase you day and night ..
For all the smiling faces
you couldn't care less
Yet so much reliance
can only and only ensure mess !
Those trivial few who narrate our plays
the trivial many
who script the remainder ways, our saving grace

For once you choose to negate the heart
Remember and retain, this is where
it all stems from and
Think straight, look ahead
Give yourself a head start
A minute into the journey
it strikes you inside
En route a choice lies ..
To accept what is .. To concatenate it to white lies
Those trivial few and vital many
all amongst us .. somewhat within us
Yet best looked outside ..

In whose heart you think .. you now can reside ?
The one thats not yours
The one that you choose not to realize
Running after feelings never enough emphasized
Best felt and at times when affinities compromised
Where it leads to blasphemized ..
Can you picture what will be ..
Resumed if sensibilities purge the sanity

The trivial few and vital many
those whom we let guide, the ones who let us define and identify ..