Why is it
Everything is right with the world
Seems like it’s
Running on empty?
In a field of growth
I am starving
And the sunlight
But burns all
And destroys any trace
This is all
On the nature of Daylight
And the response
Of those who listen
Which is no one.
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It came in the night as all great destruction should:
Incendiary, yet arctic…
Lighting up the night sky like Dresden.
Ancient architecture, beautiful in the sun,
Now razed by the power of A single moment.
There will be no reprieve;
This will burn for a lifetime.
And all I’m given is an empty apology
A treatise on my own failures…
And inside only one phrase echoes:
So it goes.
Cynicism is a dangerous ailment
Bent on destroying any hope of human compassion
And yet, I ascribe to this belief more emphatically than any other
Simply because I’ve lost sight of good people
It’s a vicious circle
A vacuous cycle
A spiral from which I may never recover
I wish I could go back to that person I was when I was younger.
Eddie Vedder said it best…
“So this is what it’s like to be an adult. If I only knew now what I knew then. ”