The world. Shattered. Crushed.
Broken, under the enormous pressure of delusive standards.
Things may always have been this way. Always broken,
Not views, though. Views were not always broken,
Not always wrong.
And views,—unlike the world,—views can be changed by will.
The world, then, will be full of light—full of hope.
The world will not be
It’s the window to the soul.