Open World

And I face my own real self
Broken in an open world
My heart beats a groove of grief
Bleeding to God in a path of pain

Rhythms of anguish and desolation
Move me into mournful consciousness
While I still believe in a better tomorrow
Anxiety is on its way to consume

And I face my own real self
Wounded in an open world
My eyes stare into one black hole
Seeing stationary state of affairs
A tragic life with unused obsessions
Forming a torrential malevolence

While I'm still heading towards a light ahead
Apprehension is on its way to devour
But I am grateful knowing that I'm alive
And that I'm grateful to be here