Rhythm

The spider web on the wall swings,
as though they're following the rhythm

of the clock nearby.

Sad but true, we're all waiting,
while dancing with the universe,

for a certain death.

Of course everyone would be sad,
of course they would cry

to just endure their pain.

For what is the world planned,
whether sorrow or joy,

in unison.

The world you step on,
the life you go,

may we get hurt.

For a while,
whether I refuse or accept you,

be with me.

Couldn't we pray?
Could we not pray?

Can't we just shut up?

No, we never would be able to...