This World

I find stillness in this world of motion,
Surrounded in darkness and soft commotion.
I find loneliness in this world of people
Trying to find their way with their hearts so feeble.
I find black and white in this world of color;
Those who say they’re different, really are like one another.
I find discourage in this world of potential,
Full of souls: desperate and existential.
I find sorrow in this world of hope.
And then I find my ways to cope
With the never ending pain,
Unexpected as the rain.