The world is a running brook

Take a look

Cold and always moving

Blind but never soothing

It moves like you and I

And never lies

Perfect like a circle

And powerful with energy

The world is an open book

Take a look

Welcome to your own views

Your greed is your own hangman's noose

She takes whatever you can give to her

No sooner

Never judging no matter

How much you seem not to care

The world is a bull horns you cannot pull

Silently rewarding

Relentlessly commanding

The world's own heart seems to be left behind

Your heart was left behind you

And I am behind you too