Do you feel happy? Overjoyed?
Inside a madness that we became.
Why do you stop and ponder?
To grieve a fallen memory.
Let me be frank.
Straight and clear.
Life can be hard.
But there will always be room
Even for the unworthy,
the wicked and the forgotten.
And hearts never prevail at present.
It takes silence and absence,
Yet chaos and companies.
But should we live,
far from our own eyes,
we shall see
they have suffered more.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Do you feel happy? Overjoyed?
Inside a madness that we became.
Why do you stop and ponder?
To grieve a fallen memory.
Let me be frank.
Straight and clear.
Life can be hard.
But there will always be room
Even for the unworthy,
the wicked and the forgotten.
And hearts never prevail at present.
It takes silence and absence,
Yet chaos and companies.
But should we live,
far from our own eyes,
we shall see
they have suffered more.
At the time of writing, a quite obvious polarized world lay in front of me. As if the world is getting on fire. As if we forgot who we were before.
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