Baskadia

Chaotic World

The world today moves to a frenzied beat,

A rhythm both wild and incomplete,

A symphony of chaos and despair,

With notes of hope, but mostly wear and tear.

There's beauty in the rising sun,

And wonder in the setting one,

But the skies are often grey and dim,

With storms that shake the world within.

The people hustle to and fro,

In endless motion, to and fro,

Their footsteps echo down the street,

A percussion of concrete and feet.

The noise of cars, the rush of trains,

The blaring horns, the jangling chains,

The city's music, loud and clear,

A sound that fills both eye and ear.

Yet in the midst of all this strife,

There are moments of hope and life,

The laughter of a child at play,

The touch of love that lights the way.

And so we dance to this strange tune,

In a world that spins like a top too soon,

But still we dream, we hope, we sing,

And dance to the rhythm of everything.