There is a split in the ocean.
There is a bee in my chest.
I wonder when I'll start graying
Since I always seem so stressed.
There is a meal left out cold.
There are no answers to this test.
I constantly worry about the future,
Wondering what will be next.
There is a secret amongst them.
There are too many oppressed.
I don't think we'll be able to fix it.
We all just seem to crave rest.