As the days and nights go by the time nears to say goodbye no clarity in reality searching for remedy all that's left is the fleeting melodies some optimistic but largely pessimistic like anxiety overwhelm the world is left in a different realm. We wake up from our dreams seeking to find our way, day after day stuck in our way life becomes a treadmill so weary we try to conceal but end up revealing it mostly to ourselves. We walk in trepidation but deep beneath it all is an underneath light. That light is a cancer like a lump unable to be ridded off. We may grow up and up but still nothing is new under the sun so the world can fathom but of course there lies the unfathomable and when the two interwine the result is curably incurable and the outcome is apparently infallible. So the world may step into the grown up realm and the light beneath left In an underwhelmed realm. O well the night is fully aware no such thing is for ever knows the wrld. he is left in the dark realm like a theft building a longer The World in a Different Realm (Professionally Refined) As the days and nights go by, the time draws near to say goodbye. No clarity in reality, searching for a remedy, all that's left are fleeting melodies. Some sound optimistic, but most feel grim, like anxiety swelling to the brim. And the world is left in a different realm. We wake from restless dreams, hoping to find what life truly means. Day after day, stuck in our way life becomes a treadmill we cannot sway. We try to conceal the strain we feel, but end up revealing it, mostly to ourselves. We walk with quiet trepidation, yet deep beneath it all lies a buried illumination. That light, once radiant, now feels like a weight, a silent cancer sealed by fate. Like a lump that cannot be removed, we grow older, but nothing's improved. There is nothing new under the sun, the world may try to understand, yet the unfathomable remains undone. And when the known and unknown intertwine, the result is curably incurable an outcome seemingly infallible. So the world steps into the grown-up realm, while the inner light fades into an underwhelmed realm. Oh well, the night knows all too well nothing lasts forever, as even the world can tell. And then the light lingers in the dark realm, like a thief writing a longer film.