Have you ever gotten out of bed and felt like the world was wrong? Ever took a walk outside and saw that society is crooked? Ever looked into the mirror and saw the root of all that’s wrong in this world? I have. The world is such as messed up place, and I begin to wonder how im still able to wake up to another morning when I just stuck my head under a guillotine yesterday. Sure the world has its upsides, but for every inch of bliss theres seemingly a mile of strife to tread.
I pondered why the world is in such a state, and the magnitude of it all is just overwhelming and even seemingly ridiculous to scrutinize. In the process, I remember the song, “What a wonderful world”, nice song, listening to it is like a nice strong shot of morphine to the head. The adjective “wonderful” is in itself quite a vague, abstract and almost intangible concept. Wonderful could refer to glorious as the beauty of creation but could also be used to describe the delicate elgance of brutal carnage and death to the same degree. Perhaps this is what makes this particular song what it is, a song, an embodiment of someones actual thoughts and emotions of how he saw the world or of how the world should be, transformed into verse and mated with melody.
But still I remember seeing myself in the mirror, it felt like pandoras box was opened with these hands, releasing the tempest of human strife that just blitzkriegs everything in its path, but in thend hope is still left in these frail and shaking hands.
-graydarksoul-
