The World (Interlude)

The world is a running brook Take a look Cold and always moving Blind but never soothing It moves like you and I And never lies Perfect like a circle And powerful with energy The world is an open book Take a look Welcome to your own views Your greed is your own hangman's noose She takes whatever you can give to her No sooner Never judging no matter How much you seem not to care The world is a bull whose horns you cannot pull Silently rewarding Relentlessly commanding The world's own heart seems to be left behind Your heart was left behind you And I am behind you too