Bent Crooked

I look over to the left, a bit off centre
There she sits, cross legged in banter
With some other girl I don''t know now
Each their own they both cry foul
I peer silently afraid my eyes would betray
The morals of mine all tattered and frayed

Just another tomorrow, some other today
But the happy beams of sunlight shy away
Premonition, Pandemonium, end of days
Earthquakes tsunamis, this vengeance we must pay
Apocalypse dawns on us come what may
Like it or not, that's the way

Watershed of tears, torrents of pain
Lash on the hungry soul - nothing to gain
This lonely planet is not ours for long
The transient calls of the nightingale's song
But we leave our worries for tomorrow
Postpone the dreaded feet's crow

Why do we cry when crying does no good
It won't help us breathe or give us food
These useless rivers of misery
Shackled and chained, dying to be free
From the one thing we love that hold us down
Perhaps all the world's a stage and we, but clowns