You and the rage of the world;
In search of a peaceful place-
And yet impeded by every demonic race,
Globally the waves of hate crash on serenity;
Too big and too much of a bait-
To allow the building of harmony.
Why the discomfort to fight for a cause?
Why the internalised wounds of discontent?
The normal life is good, it is safe,
Yet in the mind burn the fires of dissent
And life delivers every unseen blow,
Just often enough to let you know-
That total healing will not be allowed-
The furnace of strife moulds nothing more-
Than half-made and half baked creations,
From the rain and sunshine, it follows
Are made insidious lies and overt lying sensations;
Why do some, see what they want to see?
And others see none of the prescribed scenery?
Fly away misery,
Fly away crappy negativity
Fly away the cursed inability
And let good things be.