Sick World Poem by Cookie Matzii

I'm sitting here trying to figure out
why people do things, not having a doubt,
the same boring things every freakin' day.
I'm sick and tired of all these stupid ways.

I want to escape.
My destiny, I'd like to shape.
Music is my freedom.
I bet it's identical to some.

It doesn't have rules;
life shouldn't have rules
'cos it's our own canvas that we all should stain.
It's ours, all the joys and the pains.

People try to conquer everyone.
All these laws, all these rules they've done.
It doesn't make sense; we're trapped in this sick world.
Violence, hate, anger, war; it's all absurd.

Love is what we need.
Let go of all our greed.
It's not hard, just respect.
Don't add to somebody's pain in the neck.

Be brave enough to dream your dreams
and be braver to chase after it 'cos it's harder than it seems.
You can make your own reality
and all together let's be crazy.

Be the creator of your own masterpiece.
Only then will you feel comfort and ease.
Don't let anyone stop you anymore.
Go ahead, let your marvels soar.