I wonder why the world is so messed up, and yet still functions,
I hear problems and opinions, but never hear solutions,
I see things as they are; I'm not romanticizing a bit
I want things to get better, but I doubt that I'll see it,
I think that it's hopeless, and I wish that I am wrong, but apparently I'm not, and I have to play along.
I pretend that the world is in peace, and that everything here is fine,
I feel like I am just lying, just trying to pass the time,
I touch everything, just to confirm that it is real,
I make believe that all these lies are essential, like a meal,
I worry that this illusion is a fake, so when I wake,
I hope reality is a dream; a good one, and not a nightmare.
I understand this world is probably not mine to fix,
I say "Yeah, I'm fine,
I dream of a place where I can exist soundly without fear,
I try my best, putting me to the test, to make that happen here,