The World In a Nutshell

Is this a happy place or sad?

Should I be counting tears or be glad?

Sitting alone staring at the night sky,

Into this world's reality, I pry.

This world is sorcery-

a kaleidoscope of mismatched realities,

With chaos in the beauty

Or beauty itself in the chaos, maybe.

We walk on the road

With every step so bold,

But we don't see the secrets unfold,

Of every passerby walking in the cold.

Thousands of stars twinkle,

Each different from one another

And although, the earth rotates the same

Every day has changed.

Is this a happy place or sad?

Should I be counting tears or be glad?