Today I wake,
My heart sings a rare melody
Life seems to be a song that I do not understand
It makes its own rhymes
, rhythms and I remember…….
A grave world surrounds us.
It craves to suffocate us, fleece off us
Suck out all the being that there is in us
I live, waking, wandering, and hoping
That am able to survive it.
Come to think of it…..
What component of the world is the villain?
Is it not humans that make the world?
Our own kind subjecting us to anarchy?
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