Time it seems we don’t have enough,
But too much in fact to really enjoy.
Too much time filled with money, anger, and worry.
If only to stop and think a while
With only our silence and some sunshine.
Maybe then we could see how truly awful we really are.
Every word and every look,
We have a judgment at the ready.
Blind we are,
‘till we look inside
and see the horror we release to the world.
Displeased we should be not of the world,
But of ourselves destroying the peace
And beauty that could have been.
Filled with sorrow and pain,
I look around
And only can see false happiness.
Partake I do, but soon with regret,
For happiness does not belong
In this heart of mine.