Living Worlds For Dying Souls

There is this world I do not belong To have lived long enough to no more care Living in a world to forever be gone Yet to wonder... which place and time I'm there? It isn't despairing times we have to live in Simply because we have decided already in mild content Without needs and wants to set in dreams Can you not accept that not everything goes to plan? As the world silently change... we change silently Are we only to realize when fallen from comfort? We do not realize we change but we change accordingly And in accordance indeed when masters becomes the nerd I wish I knew there is another world I'm going A world in perfection to cower and hide or exhume with pride Each of worlds promising in radiance and flowing The one world to perhaps finally live to finally have died It is because I have had to no longer have cared For this one world I do not belong Another world to believe I was born and bred Perhaps both worlds I'm forever gone