the world

[cacian]

the world is
a place
to all it's a
race
and to none it's
a waste

time does not
face
the idleness
of days
and
light
does not
case
the darkeness
of taste

the world
is place
and to all
it's a face
we all look
to base
our deepest
faith
in manners
it's haste
towards
the cagiest craze
but then it's
pace
one carelessly
weighs

the world
is a place
a measure
of ways
in which we
must trace
the truest of us

[YesNo]

I liked the first stanza, although I didn't understand "race". I also liked the way you repeated the first two lines elsewhere. The last stanza seemed to hint at the message with the last line standing out. I would focus on the message in the other stanzas to make it clearer without modifying the structure which sounds to me like two beats per line (if one reformatted it from one beat per line). For example, the "darkness of taste" confuses me although I think I could give it a meaning.

[cacian]

YesNo thank you for reading and feedback.:)