Love is Real

Look around, nothing’s making sense

Wake up in the morning, wondering what I’m doing

Don’t belong. Something must be wrong with me.

Up is down. Down is up. And mean is king.

Bad is good, good is bad.

Selfishness is a trending fad.

I’m having a crisis of meaning,

but the birds are still singing.

So, I hold on tight and keep believing

Love is Real.

February 21, 2025