"Wondering When It'll All Be Okay Again"

Turquoise skylines are an art piece in the sky.

The people below Heaven wonder when

It’ll all be okay again.

 

This violence consumes the heart.

Breaks us all apart.

We all want to get free,

Away from this darkness that haunts you and me.

 

Can’t help but daydream now.

The world has seen hope

So we all wish for ourselves that can be found.

 

Sometimes we say we’d like to fade away,

But really we hide away the insecurities.

Hide the fact that we all want a dopamine hit

And that’s it. Wanting an addiction to escape.

 

Yeah we look to the turquoise skyline,

There used to be people who could

Only stare at heaven.

But now we look down at the Earth, living as if we’re in purgatory.

 

Understanding our differences is harder than just breaking away from

Communing with others.

Everybody’s in it for themselves.

But I don’t want to believe that is true.

 

There’s gotta be some sort of hope,

Something that stirs the soul.

Life falls apart and we hate ourselves,

Wondering when it’ll be okay again.

 

Can’t say that I’m completely fine with living like I’m dead.

 

Maybe we’re just not fine.

We’re all doom and gloom and don’t realize why?

Maybe it’s because we whine all the time,

Not living with others but being distracted by a dopamine hit.

 

Just suppose if we tried again,

Tried reaching out to others to bring a slice of Heaven onto Earth again.

Wouldn’t that help the person who’s struggling with living a decent life?

Wouldn’t that bring hope to the broken widow who’s with a child and crying.

 

Do we really need doom and gloom?

Is it prudent to live a life living like your dying?

Wondering when it’ll be okay again,

Wondering when the sky won’t stop falling.

 

There’s nothing left to say.

I don’t wanna be dead no more these days.

We can ascend beyond these lands,

Can find true joy and contempt.

 

Don’t need to always wonder when it’ll all be okay again.

There’s always a hope coming through the horizon.

 

The turquoise skylines stare at me back.

I see a world that may be broken

But still remains beautiful.

 

Maybe the dopamine hit was to delude ourselves

From the fact that our choices to look away from Heaven brought us pain.

Maybe there needs to be a great change.

 

Don’t need to wonder when it’ll all be okay, things can change. Just gotta stop the dopamine hit. Return to others and actually be present.