Everything around me, supposedly burning,
But I look outside and there's nothing hurting,
They say world now is chaotic,
My classmates say they've been crying themselves to sleep,
But I feel at peace, For me the old world was psychotic,
I think the old world was just such a blend sheep,
I don't feel fear at the threats of death that the crown of sun bestowed upon our head,
I hear the birds chirping even now, from my bed,
How can something so awful be happening when it's such a beautiful spring day,
It's so magnificent and not at all ashy gray,
There is no trace of the fowl life on my horizon,
But I know, I'm aware, the wars for essentials and the broken souls will commence,
As all the countries take their stance,
I am not afraid, and I will not run,
I'm not scared of a little rum,
Maybe it's just my broken mind,
Maybe it's actually this broken time,
But I seem to be the only one around me who isn't in panic for once,
Is this all just a dunce?
I bet this is a grand scheme of someone,
It could be of nature herself or the mankind's red,
Whatever it is, and whatever it may be,
I don't mind dying here and now,
I don't feel the life anyway, so why be in doubt?
Maybe I'm strange, a demon even, but what if I'm right and this is all not real.
Let's see how this ends, after our last meal.
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Songs
PoetryTheme songs for my books, that's all I have to say. Maybe some normal poetry too.