• Melancholy Sanctuary

    There could be a place
    Maybe, maybe
    Where everything lives
    And everything gives.

    There could be a place
    That serves as a sanctuary
    Where nothing sounds
    And no one frowns.

    Where no one dies
    And babies won’t cry
    Where people love
    And you succeed when you try.

    But then again,
    Wouldn’t be scary?
    A place where everything is perfect
    A human would suspect…

    What if they are scheming?
    What if they silently cry?
    What happens when you get old?
    What if you want to die?

    A place like that’s impossible!
    Wrath and greed will always lurk,
    Following the human; imperfect.
    What could you suspect?

    That it’s our fault.
    Our fault there is no sanctuary.
    It’s all our fault.
    Our fault the babies cry.

    It’s our fault.
    Our fault we die.
    And it’s our fault
    That there’re unsuccessful tries.

    Of course, it’s also our fault.
    That, which we created,
    While we searched for the Sanctuary.
    A Melancholy Sanctuary, fated.

    Our dreams have been caught,
    Our hopes turned to naught.
    Because of this Sanctuary,
    A disease is what we’ve caught.

    Similar to the box
    That Pandora opened;
    And deadly Ebola;
    Sly as a fox.

    The disease is un-named,
    And also unrecognized.
    Its always lurking, quick as a dart,
    Capturing every human’s heart.

    But that’s beside the point.
    The point is,
    Whatever Sanctuary we make,
    The creation will be fake.

    That’s how it works, you know?
    Life has sin,
    It’s not like a movie,
    Where the good guys always win.

    But that doesn’t mean it’s not fun!
    You can catch the bad guys,
    And sometimes it’ll turn out good.
    And no one has to cry!

    Whatever Sanctuary we make
    Always has to be fake,
    Yes.
    But the result is like a snowflake.

    When I failed, as many do,
    I realized something.
    My dreams…
    Are where I placed them.

    They lie in my hands.
    And my hopes…
    They lie in front of me.
    Not bound by ropes.

    That’s what Sanctuary is.

    It’s the people in front of you
    The people who care.
    The places around you
    That are always there.

    There is no need
    For a Melancholy Sanctuary
    When you have a good one
    Right there.

    It’s the truth.