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The World is Wrong
One cold stare too many bruised your soul.
Another promise was broken without a flinch.
An open heart was always your goal
Yet after all these miles they give you an inch.
The one who had only kind words to say
Is today at least somewhat cynical.
It’s quite natural to respond this way
In surroundings so harsh and clinical.
You ask if I’ve noticed the new you.
How could you have become so jaded?
You wonder what could be left to do.
Is the best part of you now faded?
Come, take a look out the window, my friend,
At the madness and strife that will always be,
The skin-deep that propagates without end
In spite of the light we are privileged to see.
To take it all in is to know dismay,
Desire to towel-throw and abstain,
But if you choose to shut yourself away
You’ll give up the joy as well as the pain.
No, take my hand now and stay with me.
You are much better served singing your song
Than succumbing to despondency.
Just know that you’re right, love. The world is wrong
