Mad World

This strange world and all its ways, 

It’s shifting patterns and uncertain gaze,

Containing not what my Heart will praise,

Once I reach my end of days.

It’s painful pleasures and tragic joys,

The contradictions it must deploy,

The hope for Love its love destroys,

So this old terrain I can’t enjoy.

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