I peer out at the modern world
Observing everything that it demands,
There is more than enough sadness to fill our voids
Too much for so few, once psychological warfare is deployed
Who are the lonely ones?
They’re clawing and kicking,
Do they have a safe place to go?
In between the carnage and decay
I stand on the ledge
To collect my thoughts
About the modern world we know
The clouds are my senses in the modern world,
I sip my morning coffee as the urban sprawl grows
Out of control, I wait for my horoscope to predict
The absurdity of it all
Can’t decide whether I hate such darkness
The wanderers complain about tears
Freezing in the dankness, there’s nothing
But aimless strolling to make us happy in the modern world
Nobody has time for drunken bowling
There is nothing but concrete and faces of stone
However due to popular opinion we are all fragile,
Here in the modern world.
Homicidal elation won’t leave your brain alone