The world as I see it

I see the world like a cicada

it sheds its shell to a fresher one

it leaves its mark in history

I see the world like a costume

It looks on the outside but stinks on the inside

I see the world like a bouncy ball

it gets slammed but always comes back

but one day it will crack

I see the world as a bowl of evil

with spots of good

I see the world as mixed fruit, none alike

each on is unique, it’s own size and shape

I see the world like ants

one falls and the other takes its place

I see the world as greed

some can’t get enough