It's a mad world!- Poetry.

All around me is a mad world,
Out of the light
I don’t want any part of it
Infact, after all this trial and error
I wish I had a button to press and reset
Maybe then would I be able to clear the history
Out of people’s heads
Not wanting my failure to be my identity
But before then
It’s time to say goodnight.

All around me are worn out faces
Coming out of familiar places
Getting ready for the daily races
That seems to pull out the hope they had for unfamiliar heavens
Places bestowed with Grace

I just want to say goodnight
Not to sleep permanently
I just want to say goodnight
But not entirely
But at least to get a chance out of this crazy part of the world.

But please wake me up
In a year or two
In a decade or so
When the world is new
Break me out of this cocoon
When the world is warm again
Pull the sheets back together
And dare to dream again
When it’s worth the take
Make a little more effort
When it’s worth the take
But before then
Let me just say goodnight
Out of this mad world.

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