I wish you would return a hello to everyone that greets you.
The sun rises each morning, lighting up your soul.
She shines to warm up your life, but you do nothing but stalk her, orbit around her, using her for a frame of reference.
You are always two-faced in her lonely relationship.
She burns for you, for the life you create.
But the life you carry is full of death.
It is short, flooded with misery, and only small signs of hope.
When you dance, buildings fall and people fear your aura.
Is Mother Nature taking good care of you?
Are you sick?
Are the people being kind to you
Or can you no longer handle life any longer?
Hello, world,
Can you hear the whispers that seek your answers?