What is this world
full of turmoil
Where do we find peace?
How can we transcend the confusion
into a vision so clear
a bird can fly through it
as if it’s an open window?
Why is it so hard to find true comfort
within the arms of reality?
Why are dreams so far from reality
that it makes it hard to establish comfort?
The vision of self control
seems so far away right now.
How can one bare to not be happy with themselves?
Decisions are made every day.
Everyday sparks more choices
Choices spend time
and time seems to be dwindling…