It has always been two worlds.
Always will be.

Empty is the sky before the sun lights up.
Empty is the faces of the drugged and stolen.
Empty is the feeling of discarded expectations.
Empty is the eyes of the people without roses.

Or maybe that's loneliness.
Like perfection is flawlessness and money is power.

Or maybe it all lies with perceptions.
Opinions. Beliefs. Ethics. Social norms.

Or maybe it's nothing at all.
Just ambiguity, naivety and bitterness.