I tune in to the insanity
of the world around me.
A true beacon of profanity
where nothing’s meant to be.
Illusive thoughts rage all around,
painting picture of destruction.
For the lost wisdom may never be found
and nothing is in chaos’ obstruction.
Painfully I move forward in time,
switching between anxious and neutral.
Things won’t be just fine,
‘cause there’ll always be a funeral. ...