The world will change and grow.

This is how

We will fall indefinitely,

In which there’s no power where

Society can develop.

I walk along a path of thought,

When I need to discover

Death.

Without remorse toward

Life and people who don’t speak.

I want to know

And yell confidently,

“Where is your hand?!”

Help me; I ask

Everyone I see,

the people I meet –

Do you feel and hear that?

Nothing but criticisms.

We dream to become everything more than

What society has created

Yet we have broken

Ourselves, we’re forced to conform.

Trying to become

Lost, away from life.

Because I hate being

Passionate about changing society.

I am

Looking down on hope,

No longer can I become someone who is

Craving something amazing, for

Nothing is straight forward, I am

Conventional, a directed path,” no deviation”;

Never

In hopes of a new tomorrow, if you dream, I say

You are reading backwards.

 

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