The world isn't sunshine and rainbows,
nor rain and thunder
but smoke and desolation.
It's heartless,
politically charged,
suffocating of greed,
lacking lack of confidence and pride,
a stuffed face of selfishness.
It wants revenge on the ones who vandalized it
It's also a runaway teen,
fed up, and not knowing what it has to do next.
It houses those who love out of lust,
and have no emotional connection to another.
It holds the card with the winner's name on it:
the purest, the closest to a saint,
while the contestants remain jеalous of each other.
It's lazy to care anymorе,
like an operator who left the wheel.
It's being pushed to self-destruction.