For troubled times and troubled minds this world is not quite made.
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At times it's hard to understand who's plans it is we've laid.
And in our hearts we strive to see what it is we've made.
But stirring in the darkness there is something left unsaid.
And as we muddle through our days we wonder and are lost.
Not seeing truly the whole scheme, never the true cost.
As hearts unused lay silently covered thick with frost.
Some look to what they might have been and wonder at the loss.
As we as one in our sad state lay our wolrd/souls to waste.
Some wonder who to fight with, what to rebel against.
but with us its just that one forgets those simple happy days.
they start to gain all in a quest of need and want and haste.
And others still are lost in fogs of meant and did and why.
while others then, are never found but in someones heart and eyes.
And through all this there are still some who live to tell thier lies.
Looking blindly at the world and trying in vain to hide.
But as the night, though dark and real,
truly all is ill cocealed.
And all will one day then be told as all will be revealed.
as lies are cleared, and selves are shown as if an onion peeled.
and all will be much better, when all is right and healed.
Though as to god or man you look just know that all are one.
and though some things cannot be seen some deeds should not be shuned.
For we are waiting with twisted hearts, for ideas that call to some.
and wether it is now or then some things need to be done.