making notice

third degree heartburn

how i wonder how this world would be,
if the sun didnt rise tomorrow,
if darkness was all that's left to see.

change out of those dirty clothes,
like the shallow bay purge your sins.
come off the steps, dont look back,
take heed, you may just succeed.

i suddenly feel like title-ing and labelling everything. its therapeutic. which reminds me, i really cannot spell. wonderful isnt it, this world we live in. its so perfect, and beautiful, and complete, and free of any troubles at all! honestly, the world is a perfect place. its complete, clean, orderly, predictable, stable, everything you could ever want. so what's the problem?

the world is populated by imperfect people, that's what.