The world in My persepective

The sadness of the world -
it haunts me
like an unrelenting dream.
The deapth of people's souls so
wreaked, so rotten, so sold.
People devoured by judgement,
swept away by desire,
rottened by pleasure.

What is this place?
what runs our hearts?
What evil lurks in the catacombs of our beings?

Then, I look at my children,
I see their innocent faces,
the wonder in thier eyes.
Then I see the world they live in.
So dark, so putrid, so frail.
The majetic and the grand,
the beautiful things,
are clogged by lies and cheating and greed.

I wish that we could all be like the children,
so free of evil,
doubt
lust
pride
judgment
fear...
I wish we could all be like these faces I see
full of life,
if only they knew this world like I do
If only they knew...
i'mm scared to death!

Thankfully, there's hope in my heart, breath in my lungs, and freedom in my dreams. Thankfully, I know the way out!