The world in which we live is so very sad.
Filled with agony, sorrow, and unending regret,
It is right that those who prosper are those who are driven mad.
We have destroyed, razed, and burnt down everything that was once grand,
The beauty of the past has been overtaken by sand.
Tragedies are now common, there’s always one to share,
From friends here and there, and those we haven’t yet met
So hearing has become a chore, for one, which I do not care.
Only a fool believes that the tortoise will out run the hare,
And though the path seems smooth there is always another stair.
Though Lions will always hunt, and cows forever graze,
And man will be forever lost in a Daedalian maze.
For the world in which we live is so very sad,
That we often times forget that we are the ones who make it so grand.