If the world had no pain,
who would be there for us?
If the world had no pain,
who would hold us
in even the coldest rain?
If the world could see me,
what would they see?
If the world had no boundaries,
how would we thrive
in the tight spaces we call reality?
Most wonder why,
but never wonder how.
Some think I,
others think now.
The rest of us
think of the blood,
and the pain
as we see the memories
flowing down the drain.