To Have Been

Some world indeed we live in A world never for one to truly belong Sleeping for days awakening to dreams How did life ever gone along? They all build to flourish We all live to nourish We learn to somehow cherish Is it the world, or are we selfish? I very much would like to blame That someone in particular to be at fault Building blocks for staggering games Would I have known, we are who we admit we’re not Given sorts, given places We begin and end, we are in between To creatively begin the neverending chases We explore the thirst for what never seem I did not know the world to live in Some world never for us to somehow belong If I have a life... I am perhaps keen Did I just wonder if ever life goes along?