A clutter, typically meaningless
Optimism is filled with bleakness
One more help, much less sense
...
Time to go, time to be
The very bestest best of me
Time to rise, time to know
...
Anomaly
A clutter, typically meaningless
Optimism is filled with bleakness
One more help, much less sense
One more help, makes more sense
I am trapped in this web of insanity
Where everything points to vanity
Hope peaks at the height of maturity
Less so, I am stuck onto gravity
One more help, much less sense
One more help, makes more sense
Fear has imprisoned me
Uncertainty has broken free
Every choice is but a risk
And my fears rather brisk
Doth clump upon a disc
One more help, much less sense
One more help, makes more sense