Justification

I'm tired of justifications,

Mine and yours.

You trying to make me look,

The world through rosy glasses,

Me trying to find faults,

In situations causing crashes.

So, what if we see,

How it actually is,

So, what if we face,

How real all of this is.

Maybe the world would be lilac,

And you'll finally see it.

Maybe I'll deal with the situations,

And probably be happy about it too.

Without a justification.