In times of despair,
I couldn’t get out of my mind,
I couldn’t collect my thoughts,
I couldn’t keep track of time,
I couldn’t spare the memories and the good times.

So much happiness around me
Yet I solely focused on the scoop.
The stories of others being told.
Where they lies,
Or where they truths?
Where we focused on them,
Or where we making up stories
To satisfy our youth?
The youth that failed to show us
That what you say,
says nothing about them,
and everything about you.