In the Turmoil

My first love was young.

I had dreams and songs,

Those were free of woe.

I thought of the world to be free,

Of everything that hurts,

I hoped to see true love,

I hoped to find the solace,

In the turmoil of daily life.

I tried to find life in my young love.

But everything came falling.

Everything turned into turmoil,

As everything around.

And I figured out,

That there is no true love,

That there is no true solace

 And that my young love is a fallacy.

The only truth is the turmoil around,

In which I live, and in which I will die.