Sometimes I wonder

Why is the sky so blue?

It all just fades to grey 

When the storm becomes new

 

And if emotions run deep

Would they scar visibly?

It must not be, 

Because there are no scars on me

 

Why are things hidden?

There is a certain veil

And quite frankly

It is very frail 

 

And if it is truly freedom of speech

Why are all things buried?

Is it really needed

To swallow up the truth, so unworried?

 

Reality is harsh

Reality is cruel

Reality is mean

And reality loves you

 

For if it did not love you

Would you not cease to exist?

Beneath the lapses of existence

And refraining from the chaotic twist

 

That is the downward spiral of morality.