"Goodbye's" seem to last forever..
"Hello's" shortly die...
It's the ending we remember most
Long after the "Why?"

The problem lies in answers that,
We can not seem to fine..
As hatred spurns from shutting down,
The ones that are so kind..

We tend to trust the shady,
Growing closer to the cruel..
And complain when we're the victim of
Invouluntairy rule.

It's the power we find in the weak
We use against the strong...
It's following a savior
While still lost inside the throng.

The dreams we see in peaceful sleep,
We use to start a war...
And when the people ask us "Why?"
It's love we're fighting for.

It's conspiring against the Sun...
To a Moon so full...
It's giving something to the world,
Then stealing half the whole.

It's searching out the demons,
We see in someone else...
While nurturing the Anguish
So deep within ourselves.

It's cutting down a forest,
To save a single tree,
You see, my friend, it is this world..
That is true Irony.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 340 AF.