What is it about the world
that leaves you so conflicted?
why is your tone
pale as bone?
Glance at this man
who suffers the burden
of the misery you make
all too real.
Does the world pay for your dreams
and refunds your nightmares?
Where the source
of this your sorrow?
Is summer too hot,
winter too cold?
Perhaps the rain is too wet,
and the heat too warm?
Or
are you just spineless,
and not as bold as they say you were?
Please worry less and do more my friend.
