ludicrosity

depopulationINC

My life's been twirled,
no I can't look back.
Well people say
I've made my bed,
and I should jump right in.
I stop to shake my head;
ludicrosity...
It's not impossible to stop,
catch those streaking stars,
to make things change.
It's not just dreams,
not all ludicrosity.

Maybe it's a moment,
a passing phase.
A little glimpse
of what's been given,
of why it all seems grave.
It all keeps spinning,
messing up my mind.
It's not impossible,
though we seem so distraught;
Maybe in time it will become more clear,
we'll see what's happening,
make all disappear