Wrong

I'd lived a little while, it seemed,
I'd loved and learned and grown and dreamed,
Made my own choices, good or bad
Been happy, solemn, healthy, mad.
I'd had a friend a time or two,
A family, a lover too,
Read, and slept, and lived alone,
Went away and come back home.

I thought I knew this world, you see,
And I was wrong.

It lulled me and it pulled me in
With charm and light and song
It danced and smiled and said sweet words,
convinced me I was strong.
Then bit by bit it knocked me down,
and stole the life from me,
So all I had dispersed to mist,
a pleasant memory.

The world I see today has changed.
For I was wrong.

It's not a world of song and light,
No promised dawn will end the night,
No justice orders wrong and right,
No hope for better to hold tight.
Chaos rules.
And bad things happen to good people
and then again and again
and the turning of the year can't stop it
and a smile and a kindly word can't make it better
And everything you say and do and think and feel is nothing in the void.

I was wrong.

Can I,
Can I please
be wrong again?