Jumbled

All mixed up, shaken and not stirred by the wind
That howls around corners and purrs in shivers
Down any bare neck. There is beauty in destruction,
Great pain in pride, everything is felt by everyone
On the out as well as the inside. Up is down and down is
Up, hearts turn against the mind, they begin to cry, writhe and
Pine for that person who cannot be yours, your mind
Recoils in pain while your heart rejoices, oh curse those
Little voices that tell you otherwise!

The sun doesn’t burn but the moon glows bright, not
During the night but through the glistening
Day, where happiness drifts away in dreams of terror,
Yet no feeling of fear is found here.

Beauty in destruction, something is terribly wrong,
The world is mixed up, a jumbled old song.

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