I fall into the deep void,
Sometimes I think I’m just being paranoid,
The world around me is dark,
And I could never find a mark,
The light is dark but seeks beauty,
I’ve been told of how pretty it is,
The trees grow into blooming leaves that turn warm,
And owls hide away like it’s their dorm,
The grass grows greener each rainfall,
And the swooshing waterfall,
Maybe I can’t see,
But that’s not how...