If this Poem wasn't sad..

If this poem wasn't sad
I wouldn't miss the ones I love.
And I wouldn't cry
the ultraviolet tears of rage.

If this poem wasn't sad
I wouldn't have to hide in the fog
protecting me against my own fears.

If this poem wasn't sad
I would be able to fly
away with the childrens dreams
made of soursweet ice cream.

And if this poem wasn't sad
I would be Lucky.


It hurts bad
seeing that the world is bad.

And it feels strange
watching the strange humanity.

But it feels real
noticing that all's so surreal.


I dream of better days
when the world isn't just a fake,
because I don't want to be their puppet anymore.

But believing in it,
living the dream!
Is hard.


If this poem wasn't sad
I wouldn't be sad.

If this poem wasn't sad
I would be Lucky.