She’s lonely,
In a world so chaotic she just wants to be held.

She’s no longer searching for love, but a friend would do.

Just any sign of attention to let her know she matters too.

But she knows she can’t get what she doesn’t ask for.

So she hides in cowardice for her cry’s for help have been rejected before.

Money is a concept, an illusion.
Not a finite resource.
Perhaps not a resource at all.

Why do we spend our lives chasing more,
And more and more.
Just so we can play games with it.

Whilst we know that these games come at a cost.
But not to ourselves.
But to the less fortunate.

They say slavery was abolished.
But ask any working person,
Do you feel exploited?

My mind is whirling, it is racing.

Is it fixable, treatable?

So much pain unanticipated.

Whilst most have umbrellas, I am made to walk in the rain.

As I lay here under the stars
I have this fleeting sense of calm

But it’s easy to look afar
And realize we are doing the earth harm

Because as the night gets lighter
The stars fade into the darkness

And as the flowers in my room wither, so do I.

But I have no fear, as this will allow myself to grow again.

Noting good happens at 2am

She’s lonely and trying to numb the pain