The world is a running brook

Take a look


Cold and always moving


Blind but never soothing




It moves like you and I


And never lies

Perfect like a circle


And powerful with energy




The world is an open book


Take a look


Welcome to your own views

Your greed is your own hangman's noose





She takes whatever you can give to her

No sooner


Never judging no matter


How much you seem not to care




The world is a bull whose horns you cannot pull


Silently rewarding

Relentlessly commanding





The world's own heart seems to be left behind

Your heart was left behind you


And I am behind you too