I watch the world pass by — unchanged, unkind,
And feel myself falling behind.
I see others smiling, light as air,
While I just sit and sigh,
Watching everything I dreamed of drift by.
I wanted a great love in high school,
Like the movies promised,
A happy ending my younger self believed in —
Pure, simple, golden.
I dreamed of success, of being known,
But here I am, tired, alone.
The world feels crueler now,
Heavy with sorrow and disdain.
My enemies thrive,
While love moves slow, if at all.
The wicked wed and celebrate,
While the kind are left to wait.
Good hearts suffer silently,
No matter what they feel.
When did life become so bleak —
And karma so unreal?
How are we meant to bear
A world that doesn’t care?
Some dreamed of stars,
Of rockets and space.
Others longed for fame,
Only to find an empty place.
Still more just wanted peace —
A life that could breathe —
But under tyrants’ rule,
Even dreams begin to bleed.
I remember a world that felt just,
Where justice wasn’t just dust.
But now, the cruel are crowned with love,
And fairness fades like smoke above.
I wished for peace and purpose,
For love by thirty,
For joy without cost —
But that world is lost.
Now, everything turns to rust.
Anger simmers beneath every breath,
And dreams dissolve in silent death.
Where is the happy ending —
The one we used to trust?
What happened to my world?
Broken.
Unjust.
SimonB writes 