Open World

And I face my own real self,

broken in an open world.

My heart beats a groove of grief,

bleeding to God in a path of pain.

Rhythms of anguish and desolation

move me into mournful consciousness.

While I still believe in a better tomorrow,

anxiety is on its way to consume.

And I face my own real self,

wounded in an open world.

My eyes stare into one black hole,

seeing stationary state of affairs.

A tragic life with unused obsessions

forming a torrential malevolence.

While I'm still heading towards a light ahead,

apprehension is on its way to devour.

But I am grateful knowing that I'm alive,

and that I'm grateful to be here...