Member Poem

As the days and nights go by
the time nears to say goodbye
no clarity in reality searching for remedy
all that's left is the fleeting melodies
some optimistic but largely pessimistic
like anxiety overwhelm
the world is left in a different realm.

We wake up from our dreams
seeking to find our way,
day after day stuck in our way
life becomes a treadmill
so weary we try to conceal
but end up revealing it
mostly to ourselves.

We walk in trepidation
but deep beneath it all is an underneath light.
That light is a cancer
like a lump unable to be ridded off.
We may grow up and up
but still nothing is new under the sun
so the world can fathom
but of course there lies the unfathomable
and when the two interwine
the result is curably incurable
and the outcome is apparently infallible.
So the world may step into the grown up realm
and the light beneath left In an underwhelmed realm.

O well the night is fully aware
no such thing is for ever knows the wrld.
he is left in the dark realm
like a theft building a longer

The World in a Different Realm

(Professionally Refined)

As the days and nights go by,
the time draws near to say goodbye.
No clarity in reality, searching for a remedy,
all that's left are fleeting melodies.
Some sound optimistic, but most feel grim,
like anxiety swelling to the brim.
And the world is left
in a different realm.

We wake from restless dreams,
hoping to find what life truly means.
Day after day, stuck in our way
life becomes a treadmill we cannot sway.
We try to conceal the strain we feel,
but end up revealing it,
mostly to ourselves.

We walk with quiet trepidation,
yet deep beneath it all lies a buried illumination.
That light, once radiant, now feels like a weight,
a silent cancer sealed by fate.
Like a lump that cannot be removed,
we grow older, but nothing's improved.
There is nothing new under the sun,
the world may try to understand,
yet the unfathomable remains undone.

And when the known and unknown intertwine,
the result is curably incurable
an outcome seemingly infallible.
So the world steps into the grown-up realm,
while the inner light fades
into an underwhelmed realm.

Oh well,
the night knows all too well
nothing lasts forever,
as even the world can tell.
And then the light lingers in the dark realm,
like a thief writing a longer film.