No one ever wishes for a bad world
He too did not
But he passes through one each day
He is told that this is his current sway
A day of solitude
Quite, and yet not peaceful
He tries to pull through,
He gets momentary solace,
But the world around him does not allay,
He is again told, this is his current sway
He looks through the windows,
Through the billboards, through the magazines,
Through his own, through not his own,
And all look back with immense sarcasm
He is told to grow up, told to be a man
Despite knowing that he didn’t go astray,
He is told, again, that this is his current sway.
Wonder how many of us, can live away
With a world that’s half his way…
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