There’s no absolutes in this world, people have inherent good and bad, it’s something that is somehow in the threads of our humanity

We all commit wrong acts, sins, pains, whatever you wish to call it

It’s what you choose that makes your definition, and it seems our modern era has chosen bad

I am in a fog, there is a fog over this world

I walk in this fog, seeing if my steps will take me to the shore, to see the ocean

I can’t see clearly, but I can see

And sometimes that’s all that can be given

But I see the flowers on the ground, the faded colors of beauty

I know there is beauty in this world, even if the chosen course has been greed, ignorance, and evil

One day the sun will rise again, and it will be a different kind of sun

Not one of apathy, but one of hope

One of future, bright and clear