In the heart of chaos, I first arrived,
Mesmerized by the organized disarray,
A symphony of noise, a vibrant hive,
Motorbikes conversing in their own array.
Stalls and shops, a bustling scene,
Karaoke disco, day and night,
Yet amidst the clamor, a calm serene,
Affecting my soul, a soothing light.
But swiftly, love turned into despair,
A dark void engulfed, filled with dismay,
True colors revealed, a heavy affair,
Disappointment, rage, in disarray.
Common sense lost, incompetence abound,
One-sided views stubborn, attitudes crude,
Empathy lacking, hearts turned around,
Leaving wounds deep, in solitude.
The once-beloved place now holds a scar,
A hole in my heart, never to mend,
For what once was light turned bizarre,
In the chaos of a journey\'s end.
In this charade...
Where clown shoes tread With each step unfurled,The absurdity deepens, in every corner it\'s hurled.Is it a circus ? Or parade? Can anyone hear me beyond, beneath the masquerade. Adding to the spectacle, as reality twirled.
Amidst the hums and city cries,Clown shoes dance, mocking truth with lies.In the heart of this place, the shadows play, A facade of fake smiles masks dismay.Courtesy lost in the maze of deceit,Basic manners forgotten, in the street.
Beneath the glittering lights, a hollow core,
Just pretense and kindness no more.
Words of \'sweet\', laced with venom\'s sting,
In this realm of falsehood, no joy can bring.
Yet amid the charade, a glimmer of hope,
A yearning for truth, a way to cope.
Though that may falter, and courtesy wane,
In the depths of sincerity, we seek to regain.
So let us strip away the masks we wear,
And rebuild the bonds of respect, fair and square. For beyond the facade of fake ness and lies,Lies the potential for kindness to rise.
So I navigate this circus, with a heavy heart,
Where laughter turns bitter, tearing apart,
Yet within this chaos, a resolve to impart,
To rise above the noise, and find a new start.