It has become a really cheerless world
We can't trust anyone or smile in whole
Wretchedness often remains on your chest
None can be judged for good times as its best
I can't believe it, even as just a nightmare ...
Be patient; most likely it's soon over fair and square
With the purpose of life like a tranquil wave
More like an empty yard and nothing safe
You can't grin when you wear a facemask
It's like a fence keeping mosquitoes out
A gloomy old man named Gates,
He shifted quicker than light.
He sat out one day in a virtual way,
But he came back before the fall of night.
People have gone praying near graves
Where wind has blown leafs into waves,
And nature pleased the wretched faun,
Dormant under the lethargic ground,
With jovial chants prior the light at dawn.
The old indisputable trust; can't be done!
And now every short tale has well begun!
You got to learn to love the midnight madness
You got to revel in the good and badness
If ying 'n yang is your thing
From "Gotta Love It" by Aerosmith: