We live in odd times,
It is a time of confusion, of peril, of treachery.
We live in odd times,
In a time of pain and prosperity.
We work ourselves to the bone,
We push each other to the limit.
Our futures are always shone,
But the present, never worth it.
We live in odd times,
We see each other go by,
Walking, running, driving, always in the lines,
Never to look up, never to say hi
We live in our own bubbles,
Keeping everyone at a distance.
Oblivious to everyone else’s troubles,
But hoping for the world’s kisses.
We live in odd times,
Every door, closed.
Every word, lies.
Every question, posed.
Though we live in odd times,
We are not blind.
We see those who commit crimes,
And those who are always kind.
We are creatures of emotion and logic,
We have realized that we drew the lines,
And that this world does not have to be tragic.
These truly are, odd times.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
We live in odd times,
It is a time of confusion, of peril, of treachery.
We live in odd times,
In a time of pain and prosperity.
We work ourselves to the bone,
We push each other to the limit.
Our futures are always shone,
But the present, never worth it.
We live in odd times,
We see each other go by,
Walking, running, driving, always in the lines,
Never to look up, never to say hi
We live in our own bubbles,
Keeping everyone at a distance.
Oblivious to everyone else’s troubles,
But hoping for the world’s kisses.
We live in odd times,
Every door, closed.
Every word, lies.
Every question, posed.
Though we live in odd times,
We are not blind.
We see those who commit crimes,
And those who are always kind.
We are creatures of emotion and logic,
We have realized that we drew the lines,
And that this world does not have to be tragic.
These truly are, odd times.