to some, the world is not enough,
and those may fill a void with rush,
to some, the world is just too much,
and feeling voids are out of touch.

to some, there's nothing more corrupt
than when our needs succeed to wants,
to some, there's nothing to discuss,
they know that all we need is love.

wake up, break up what brings disgust,
and make up days lost to the sands,
take what fate shoves and don't give up,
this makes for shade in hotter hands.

faith does what faith does,
but first you must trust
in self before another man...
stakes run, they become
the worth in all us,
if only we could understand.....