Turmoil - 2

We have never been this divided, yet so closely knitted

Can we be this blessed, yet this cursed?

The burden of tomorrows uncertainties, The bleakness of the expectation from those at the helms of affairs The irrelevance of so much effort without any specific quest for purpose

The pressure. The pressure. The pressure

We are masks of our true selves

There is fire on the subconscious

What will it consume? What will it stir?

We keep a fine face?