By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
The man’s shallow mind was bitter,
Scattered with scraps combined with litter.
Enveloped in his own fantasy of the world,
Swallowed by his ego and barfing
out his pride,
He rides with life, his actions filled with stride.
As the world revolves, it turns and it turns,
The stars follow as it continues to burn.
Such ironic beauty is seen throughout days,
The eyes greet life, as death still pays.
Witnessing joy is like weilding it yourself,
Contaminated by glee it spreads on thy self.
Anger is the buff that wears out but stays,
Regret tells the story as you live and play.
Born in such a world, so vigorous and black,
Society continues its barrage of attacks.
Nevertheless we live and continue,
With that being said, why don’t we see this through?
