Worldliness
Scrambled words in my head, I look at the world’s cheerfulness, in their own trance. I try to make up a phrase, a sentence, but all in vain, to carry these words on. They say it’s a materialistic world, try to look into yourself, but then, is it? In you is the loneliness, the loneliness no one wants, so why be so alone. Your words will be a phrase, you put them any way. Try to put in everything, Try to give yourself the fullest.