It's official,
I don't know much of anything,
The sky is blue at times,
And then turns to grey
The sea is blue at times,
And then turns to a murky film.
The fish die off,
At our own hands,
But what does society understand?

I hear the cries from little ones,
Shot because religion plays a role
They all claim good tidings,
But these ones have no soul.

And then myself,
Searching for answers from the past,
Have no clue what it takes to belong.

I hear the beckoning of words lost
Searching for the key to unlock this heart of mine
Do I seriously have a word to offer,
Or am I just drowning in my own misery?
Thinking too much of myself,
I'll never understand these winds of change,
Cost much as it does, it will always feel misfortune.