Living For Something

Time is simply a product in this unfair world. We're left out in the cold, 
​​​Searching; this long lost feeling of comfort still gnawing at the back of our minds. 
Tell me, why do we do this? Run from the dark? 
Embrace the light? 
Like a wolf in sheep's skin this ache weighs me down. 
I am fine to you on the outside-a smile, a great compromise. 
In a world full of hatred and distrust. Please tell me, where is the love? Where is the safety? 
Perhaps I am bitter, gazing through an hour glass watching this sand fall. Wishing there was more of it. 
Or maybe, I'm just waiting for it to run out.