The world is lost in my eyes
He picks up the pieces
He actively tries
But what of hope is alive
Despite all the hardships
Why do we strive
Do we keep it here for ourselves
Is there a point to this
Collecting dust on the shelves
Our brains are taught not to think
Unable to learn
Our ideas don't link
We get caught up with the time
To forget our duties
Is it a crime
We suffer and feel all the pain
We look at others with hate
And disdain
When will we be happy again
I cannot answer now
And I don't know when