What is this? I see this mirror
Reflecting back my greatest fear
All events we see and hear
Their purpose, all, remains unclear
Rhyme and reason have no place
In this forgotten, empty space
We question why, yet answered naught
As chaos, cruelly, has appeared
Death, it laughs with irony
It’s darkness finds the light in me
Pain is passion, as it bleeds
An out I need, reluctantly
Never will you see, nor I
The way, nor when, we’re chose to die
I’ll live, I’ll write, I’ll dance, I’ll cry
And yet I’ll never know it. Why?
How the World Should Work 