The Imitated Life
As I exited my home, I felt just fine,
I had nothing but love and peace on my mind
Much to my dismay, to my deepest of despair
The world I had once remembered, just wasn't there
My promenade down the streets of destitution
Made me pray for the world's absolution
The displayed acts of desperation, we as a society have to seek reparation.
We mimic everybody and everything, could someone tell
me, "what does this all mean?"