The life what we live

On Tuesday I wrote a poem what is a bit melancolic. Maybe it's not a such good entry as Joe would say it because it is a bit depressed but it is a picture poem and you should see a girl with hat and skirt in it. The hat is because of the rain. (It can be that you won't see it...)

The life what we live

Have you ever stood in the pouring rain?
Whilst you're just standing your brain
Is working harder and harder
In your life always reside in the murder.
You can learn live together with this
But you can find never any peace.
The world is going towards the bad
You can do nothing so go to bed.
And if in the morning you wake up
Your mood is good but you have to be hung up.
The birds are chirping and you think they're sure glad
But they are suffering by the bird flu yet.
All is just appearance...
That's the better if you draw your own consequence.
For what reason... Why is that who is good
In the Earth can't be glad?
I want to redeem the world
But I'm afraid I haven't enough power
There are in the world good and bad too
But we should enjoy both thus we don't become poor.
If every people were happy and the evil were cancelled
It would be a wonder
I know...