A/N: I wrote this on July 20, 1999

A/N: I wrote this on November 2, 1999. I wasn't having a good day, as is evident.

A World Of Ruins

Today was not a good day,
Much to my dismay.
The weather was askew,
And no one could understand my point of view.
The days lately have all been like this one,
All full of downers, and those are not fun.
How can things ever improve?
Who will make the first move?
Alas, the birds sing no more,
They will never sing like before.
Things can never be the same,
Because no one has a common aim.
People exist with such ignorance,
All dancing our own dance.
What can make us realize our plight?
When will we give up the fight?