I could imply that this world is perfect
I know shouldn't
Because I know I would be conquered, with demanding literal truth

With my views, I stop to watch segments of the world
Such a majority of people, but
Such a selfish minority of communities
Facing so many problems
Easily solved, or simply complicated further

Grasping the problems calmly
I think direct, but askew
I see a clear answer,
My mind can only comprehend what I can sense, imagine, and experience
Nothing more, nothing less
Humans are limited

Viewing the world with the five senses I have become accustomed to
And the ability to explore my surroundings
I see that in this world, things aren’t always as they seem
Somewhere, even if repaired, more problems still remain and resurface
Fraying almost all in this world
Things that are beyond our reach are perhaps, omniscient, and even punishing

Knowing that everything is fragile in its own way, has opened my eyes

The thought of watching warm tears fall,
Seeing aching hearts bleed for strength,
Tenderly encloses my soul with a sting.

I have cried for others, myself, and our world, but
Motionless reasons are not always known, so most is held back

While I wait for another day to come
Time passes at the rate experienced
It is the same time that we can never experience again
The same time we rely on, and wait for
Even though we should consider that time has been infinite since our existence
And still, it is the same time that bluntly refuses to be revived
However, how can I know that time actually exists within the survival of the natural world?
Existing means you’re just living in reality, which requires survival to exist

Even though I am still vacant and young
I am aware of the world’s placement in it surroundings,
Day by day there is more destruction that cannot be handled
Lifeless, in this world, there are things that deserve to live, but
Within it all, I withdraw into my own world
And escape through my dreams

And then I wake up,
To live another day