Way of the World

Used to believe things were so good
thats lights shone so brightly
and all's as it should.
But that was a long time ago,
though only days it seems to others,
for i've traveled miles apart
from many ignorant sisters and brothers.
The world thrives as it breaks us down
dulling our bladed protection
rising in resonant darkness
though many hold no connection.
People aren't simply to blame
nor is god or the animals which surround
its simply the way of the world,
from the great starry sky to the barren, dirty ground.