I used to look at the world in a different way,
I heard music in every sound,
I saw colors even in the deepest black,
Happiness surrounded me,
I was convinced everyone was enjoying life,
Why wouldn’t they life was beautiful,
So I wrote about happiness and life

Now I sit blankly staring at the world,
What happened to the sweet music?
For all I hear is noise,
Everything around me has been painted black,
I see people suffer; Life is now their biggest fear,
Now I sit to write unable to come up with words,
I’ve lost my muse.

Sprishya