The world is moving on through
Like everything’s the same
Like nothing’s changed
But they’re blind with no clue
they’re so completely inane
Following those accused blamed
People are never what they seem
With their fake faces and fake names
Waking up, existing through the day
Doing as they please, as they deem
Breaking the rules of this cruel game
Keeping quiet with not much to say
It’s a creepy feeling boring
Deep within the embers of life
Embedded in each fiber of being
Now so tired of just simply going
No difference between joy and strife
Playing a stupid game with no meaning
The thread is on there, black and blue
Going to take scissors and snip it all
Let the feeling grow out from within
I can’t put it back together with glue
It’s already free and alive, ready to fall
Popping buttons from undone seams
I realize it now, it’s so clear
Suddenly I awake from this
This is my immaculate dream
Can’t hold everything I have dear
Though wishes are an ignorant bliss
Because I’m so undone at the seam
I know why I feel so incomplete
It was hard for me to see, to be
Something's been missing all the while
So caught up in this difficult feat
I didn't notice what was becoming of me
I let it all go away, in the try to protect it
but I've lost everything and gained nil
Instead received an empty shell of a heart
That's got nowhere else to fit
became a door instead of a window sill
A delicate frame with no piece of art
The world is moving on through
Like everything’s the same
Like it's lifless, bullet with a gun
But now I know what to do
I'm changing the rules of this game
Because now I'm undone
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