The Real World

It's not easy being human;

For words are precious when they're real

And tears are dominant to the face

I must know

That sometimes

Things never go my way,

But I keep on smiling with this face

And I experience miracles

When I least expect them

And the stars are with me

On a personal level,

And tomorrow is just another day

Yet will I be rewarded?

For memories are just on the page

And the writings are on the wall...

For I am not a desperate rose

In a desperate garden,

Behold the streets on shore

For the seas are just as wicked

On the streets;

Where is my savior,

My human love?

I'll die before I speak.