the world is glass i guess

Have you ever felt the need to go
Out of your space somewhere new so
You can just be totally you and
Take a break maybe walk in the sand
At the beach with time to chill
Without a cause or a will
To leave or to order you around
But relax again without being found
When the world is up I cannot be down
And I hide behind the tears of a clown
Because if reputation is all that matters
Then I’m going to laugh when everything shatters
Looking at the world in black and white
You realize it really is a sad sight
That we all sort of live and breathe in
Without an incentive to be happy once again
With what we have not what we don’t
But we’re stupid enough so we won’t
I guess it is all moot point anyway
Because we’re all going to die someday
When the world is up I can’t be down
And I hide behind the tears of a clown
Because if reputation is all that matters
Then I’m going to laugh when everything shatters
There is no balance for we are all breakable
Someone might seem strong but it is an act you know
Will there ever soon be a good day
When the world is not glass and nothing breaks
The End

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