Beauty rots in all as we age,
Happiness dies, and then becomes rage.
Music loses meaning, and art turns to ash,
Love and affection give way to power and cash.
Avarice is key; we give it our life,
Greed holds us hostage with its green, paper knife.
All I want is to wake you; to open your eyes,
I want you to see through their illusions and lies.
My words are painful, but it's the truth that I tell,
I hope that you'll awaken from your unfeeling shell.
Feeling pain is better than nothing at all,
I'd leap from contentment to enjoy the fall.
So reclaim what's yours; let yourself feel
The sadness and joy that I know is real.