The World

The world’s chamber is a freighting place, challenging, inconsiderate, and with only one view of perfect: A mask. An image. A cover. A book. An essay. A title. A song. A hook. That girls come and go, and love is a word I lack. Considered a jock, an ignorant fellow that does not care and enjoys to mock. Annoying? Dumb? Words that are here, leave, and then come. Dirt on a blank page that resembles a country And a life with no hope in the end Another person in the street Another face in the crowd Another person that, Just happen to be, Around.