We might be running out of time,
but we are never running out of games.
We learn to appreciate less,
We learn to always want more.
We lose the pearls of the sea,
While collecting the rocks of the ocean.
We lie to feed the hunger of our lust,
and we do what we can to get what we want.
We polish ourselves and our bodies for the world to see,
While we ignore the rotten souls inside we sleep with every night.
Strange is what this world has become,
And when I say we, I mean anyone but myself.