Everything Under the Moon

Standing by the sea
I look out and the whole world I see
Things we don't understand we kill
Unable listen and be still
Always out for a cheap thrill
Consumed by ourselves
Inside we slowly die
A spiritual decay
Our whole lives we wonder why
Never knowing the right thing to say
Violence excites us
Peace bores us
In the end there is no one we can trust

Despair is the haystack

Joy is the needle.

Keep searching.

There are many needles.