This world

This is a poem about how I see our world.

I see the world before me
I grasp the truths I've gleaned,
I hold hope within my heart
as I exist within this dream.
The swirling mists at last do part
and harsh reality sets in.
In this world of utter chaos
there is no way to win.
We struggle, strive and carry on,
believing in what we see,
though seldom do we realize
the future may never come to be.
We try to see, through blinded eyes
the path we chose to take.
The future of all life
rests within pure hearts,
we fight through constant battles
just to end up back at the start.
The beginning becomes the end
the sun becomes the moon,
the hope we once believed in
has come to cause our doom.