Why does everything have to be like this?
Cold and distant
Distant and cold
Why can’t we live with no fears?
Why can’t we live as if taking risks will only guarantee us peace and solace
Tired of working to love
Tired of losing love because of working
Replacing anger with daggers,
That cut deeper than they should
They always say tomorrow will be better than yesterday
Or this too shall pass
If that were true,
Would there be depression and addiction?
Humans seem no longer interested in serving
Now garbage litters the Earth
As if the planet has evolved to serving us
We no longer see the dimensions
Only the pieces in front of us
What a world it has become
If only we could turn back the hands of time
Before everything became empty and it had to be like this
We could have told ourselves,
When you begin to amass those material things,
Do not lose your souls