It's Funny

It's funny when I think about it,

Laying here in this bed,

Dazzling and overwhelming,

The thoughts racing in my head.

How many lives are ending? 

And how many more beginning? 

All within the day,

How much money people are spending?

And how about the number of breaths being taken,

The number of hearts that are beating,

Or the thoughts being formed?

Or perhaps the things that have been forsaken?

I think about the number of arguments - of raised voices and slamming doors,

The amount of loves being destroyed,

And the loves being found,

Each one a battle, all of them wars. 

It's funny when you think about it,

Laying in this bed,

The great magnitudes of things.

That live inside our heads.