Too much chaos,

Not enough peace.

We need this to cease,

And not feel like a loss.

Too much choice,

Not enough clarity.

This is now a rarity,

A real honest voice.

Too much is lost,

Not enough time.

The bells continue to chime,

To hear it is the cost.

Too much pain,

Not enough joy.

It becomes a ploy

All this to keep us sane.

Too much night,

Not enough hope.

Such is this plight,

But we only choose to ‘cope’

…

I love you baby