For every trench there is a peak,
For every bad day there is a better one,
But is there a perfect day?
A perfect world?
We know what only is and can be,
What we want and dont,
Is there a perfect world without sin,
Without violence and pain,
Without depression and suffering?
If there is that would be utopia,
Where everything is bright,
No wars and no violence,
No suicide and no agony,
Where everyone is peaceful,
No judgement or placement,
Only harmony and happiness,
We know what is and that is all,
What we hope for is in our dreams,
Utopia is an illusion but for now we can only try,
Only try to be nicer,
To ease one another's pain,
Because the only way to make a utopia is to try