Seeing the world through ugly eyes…
Not the way I like to see.
Rubbed the wrong way,
I struggle to stay optimistic.
Some days it seems like “Fuck It” is the best answer.
Seems like, being the key there,
It never works out as nicely.
But ugly eyes…
Sight cast over with cynicism.
Effort seems pointless.
Humanity is exasperating.
Why do I play this game, day after day?
It all seems so burdensome.
What’s the purpose to all of this?
Some days I think I’d be happier left out of this world.
Give me a forest to lie in,
A tree for shade,
Some berries to nibble,
And no part of this thing we call civilized life.