Antithesis

Antithesis
by Russell Kabir

Half-moon sky.
Half-hearted sigh.
The music in my ears
confirms my loneliness.

A few second thoughts,
and then I am lost
in a forest of frustration
and unrest.

As I feel the cold steal the color from my cheeks,
I wonder if I was meant for this.

This relentless race of misplaced humanity,
takes the breath from my ambitions.

The only constant along this curve,
is a trend it always hurts to see.
That even if I never change the world,
the world will always change me.