The World

The World

The world is a running brook
Take a look, cold and always moving
Blind but never shoothing
It moves like you and I in the moonlight
Perfect like a circle and powerful with energy

The world is an open book, take a look
Welcome to your own abuse
Your greed is your own hangman's noose
She takes whatever you can give to her
No sooner, never judging
No matter how much you seem not to care

The world is a bull whose horns you cannot pull
Silently rewarding
Relentlessly commanding
The world's own heart seems to be left behind
Your heart was left behind you
And I am behind you, too