Observations

The earth is just a small distortion
In peaceful place called universe.
The life is but a slight commotion
Between grim death and sacred birth.
Some people claim that they are special
Yet you can laugh at them inside -
How tiresome it seems that they shall
Constantly prove that they are right.
Well, knowledge could be really weary
For some young heads and troubled hearts.
Studying nature may look silly
When inner peace is torn apart.
And guidance could be so unclear
When you're in need right here and now,
So lack of hope and made up fears
Becoming twisted guides somehow.
A lot of questions still appearing
No matter if you're young or old.
There's no one single special healing
For every heart that becomes cold.
Yet somehow you're still in wonder
If things will work or not work out.
And maybe storm and dreadful thunder
Is something you can't live without.

06.10.2015 (29.10.2015 - edit1, 03.11.2015 - edit2)