Mad World

Sometimes, we have these corrupting complexities

That plague our pety human minds,

We go out to find some clarity,

But we recieve no hopes, no signs.

Then we begin to wonder,

How do these problems came amidst

And I begin to ponder,

Is it that girl you used to kiss?

As time begins to minimize

And you forget all those good times you made,

It seems your problems only maximize

As your heart begins to fade.

And if you keep holding on,

Your heart will begin to curl

So I'll say to you,

Son, its a Mad, Mad World.

By: ~Max