Everything is so hard
to know what's right
but to do what's wrong
is the nature of creatures
low and high no need
for racial or gender
slurs or stereotypes
you've got your desires
and I've got mine
amidst our starry eyes
there are demons inside
we know some things
were never mean to be
then why is it so hard
to let go and be free
because no matter
what we breed
we still are made of greed
I sit there with
a thousand pieces
of shattered glass
reflecting back to me
all the regret and remorse
of the longing ruined
desperate world who
feels among the still
and silent universe
that it was never
meant to be.