World Down

Imagine the world being down
Making you feel like a clown
Refreshing your sight
To see if it might…

…return to normal
To be back in view
From what was horrible
Into what you knew

Maybe it will never return
At least, not the same way
Maybe it'll burn
That's what doomsayers say

But, why listen to them?
They're absolutely no fun
Their thoughts amount to phlegm
Their spitting is never done

But, return it will
All in due course
So, for now, get your fill
Call a friend, water a plant, ride a horse

Do whatever you need
To make you feel whole
For when the world returns
It will need your full soul