Another street,
and across the road yet another lost soul,
yet another person,
whose heart is not so whole,
yes, yet another lost soul, wandering alone,
trying to regain sanity in a world,
a world that is far too cold,
yes, yet another lost soul,
looking for peace and tranquillity,
and happiness when inside their heart is in pieces,
and is been shattered from damaged beliefs,
and the failed systems of the world,
and oh, how much temptation there is,
and how unachievable success seems to be,
and how unachievable happiness often is,
and how far too often,
how unachievable it is when life is so short,
and everything in value is so overinflated,
and how much of a struggle it is,
when we place such great value on materialism,
and the values of materialism,
that we hold onto far too dearly,
and when you look at it logically,
there is really no emotional worth to most materialism,
and generally,
material worth is a great big lie,
or so we are told,
and well, it makes sense to me.
