It seems to me this world is askew,
We are all missing the greatest issue,
I hope it is a way forward,
To move away from the morbid.
It seems we are watching a timebomb tick,
With blind eyes that make me sick,
Why so little faith in youth,
Why prefer the vision of the uncouth?
It seems there are question neverending,
To make my soul forever lending,
A kind word even when relenting,
To the fact we are lost, never repenting.
It seems you are blind to your own misfortune,
Lack of mind, lack of lust, past a silver moon,
I will worry for you always,
Whilst your eyes glaze past these best of days.