The world is fucked
And I am a child with bright eyes.
I search for relief,
And I only find chaos.
To live and to die,
Is the game we all play.
But to suffer is the only means,
For tomorrow to arrive.
When it rains, I feel as if
The whole city is in mourning.
The sky, weeping for the never-ending
Cycle of joy and misery.
Friends and family, they are not
Impervious to reality of today.
I play my hand, as the whole world
Is my friend, so the specific
Relations, whether they thrive or fail,
You carry on.
Find a solace or except your fate,
There is only today, to wrestle with.
When the sun shines or the moon glows,
Smile that your heart is beating,
For just one more moment.
Doubt can be a powerful bond as certainty,
Because the fear of being alone,
Is a ghastly beast.