Shes losing grip
In a world unstable.
Any ounce of effort
Has gone unappreciated.
Giving is to
Receiving even
When guilt or
Greed seep
Within our minds.
Her automatic
Sense of
Creation
Has lead her
To sheer madness.
A journey
Between her
And the
Scarce world.
She, alone holds
The future
In a blind mans
Hands.
Her life
On the outside
Seems unlived
To the naked
Eye.
