When I was young

The revolution of the world

Spun, oh, so slow.

Too slow was it for the likes of small feet

Running around on the pavement of days long gone.

When the world was young

There saw no worries,

No creases between the brows.

No bruises nor battered wounds

Not one hair dishevelled

On the face of the world that was green with youth.

Now the lines between realities are blurred

So sad

So deafening

The sounds of hatred,

Fear,

Disillusionment.

The time passing feels like an eternity

When in truth it was but a few hours.

Dawn to dusk the ebbs and flows

The definitive bridge collapses with abandon.

No longer the joy is felt

Replaced with sorrow so bitter,

No more the sweet nectar of life

Taken over by the stench of death and decay.

The horror,

The horror,

The horror.

Now I have grown

Into a world so vile

So corrupt.

There may lay some hope left

But the hope weeps in the face of illness and discontent.

I lie here,

Face down on the scarring cement

Elbows and knees scraped by the harsh realities

Waiting,

In shock,

Should there be someone out there,

Do away these sharp pains,

Pick me up from this shallow existence,

Help me,

Please.

Yeah, I'm deep.

All I need is an all black outfit and a black beret, now.

Also, a police car with sirens blaring made an undignified stop in front of the speed bump (in front of my house) which resulted in a 'thunk' sound.