Open World

And I face my own real self

Broken in an open world

My heart beats a groove of grief

Bleeding to God in a path of pain

Rhythms of anguish and desolation

Move me into mournful consciousness

While I still believe in a better tomorrow

Anxiety is on its way to consume

And I face my own real self

Wounded in an open world

My eyes stare into one black hole

Seeing stationary state of affairs

A tragic life with unused obsessions

Forming a torrential malevolence

While I'm still heading towards a light ahead

Apprehension is on its way to devour

But I am grateful knowing that I'm alive

And that I'm grateful to be here