WORLD WE NEVER KNOW

Where is this world going,

I think I know.

It happens in every millennia, though.

This world is getting towards its ending,

we never know.

All of life here is throwing their standards low,

but still, they make a vow.

It happens in every millennia, though.

A tree will get chop, marking the end of the last hope.

And what about love?

It isn't a fact you don't know.

It’s treated like clothes nowadays, though,

as people change it every day or so.

I know this poem doesn’t make sense,

but it makes as much sense

as the amount of humanity in today's man’s heart.