I’m tucked into a soft
Blanket of hope
Where the world is
So tranquil, so satisfied
And when the blanket
Is ripped off of me,
Suddenly I can hear
All those screams again
Natural disasters
Crime rates going up
People dying
Nature being disappointed
By our lack of efforts
But somehow—the screams
They don’t bother me now
Because I wrap myself
In the blanket again
And drift off to sleep.
—Hoping for everything to change itself; making the same mistake as everybody else.