Contrast

First cigar in the morning
The sun is coming and going
It's a gray day
A crow is flying away
It's as black as my soul now
Everybody is blind now
They only see emptiness and useless happiness
It's a coursing and a bless
My emotional universe is just a mess
It's made out of hate more ore less
There is just no place for happiness
So we are living tough times now
I wonder what The Rasta would say now
Colourful spirits turned gray
Everybody follows the same way
So what can i bring
To the world thats suffering..