Will the world ever change?
My temperature climbs higher and higher as people never fail to irritate me.
Am I deranged or simply going mad?
Its because of the people of today that I cant eat, sleep, think, hear, or comprehend clearly.
Everyone is so wrapped up in themselves and their problems that they don't stop to think of others.
Am I the only one listening or just the only one realizing?
Why be another statistic when you can be another leader, nothing's stopping you but you.
People seem to be more involved in the irrelevant past than the relevant present.
Do I serve a purpose on this earth or am I meerly a tool?
Caught in a never ending battle against a society full of non- intellectual individuals.
A world of great simplicity is now turned into a chaotic asperity.
Its gotten to the point where its coll to be obtuse and not to want more for yourself.
No one seems to care about the hardships and lengths people of the past had to go through for us to live with the luxuries we have today.
Am I the only one grateful enough to stop and think past the visual limits of life?
I wonder if it will ever change and who will be the one to bestow that blessing upon the world.
Until then I'm stuck in this beautiful world with indefinite vision which will slowly but surely drive me to a point of no return.
Will the world ever change?
Am I deranged or simply going mad?
Its because of the people of today that I cant eat, sleep, think, hear, or comprehend clearly.
Everyone is so wrapped up in themselves and their problems that they don't stop to think of others.
Am I the only one listening or just the only one realizing?
Why be another statistic when you can be another leader, nothing's stopping you but you.
People seem to be more involved in the irrelevant past than the relevant present.
Do I serve a purpose on this earth or am I meerly a tool?
Caught in a never ending battle against a society full of non- intellectual individuals.
A world of great simplicity is now turned into a chaotic asperity.
Its gotten to the point where its coll to be obtuse and not to want more for yourself.
No one seems to care about the hardships and lengths people of the past had to go through for us to live with the luxuries we have today.
Am I the only one grateful enough to stop and think past the visual limits of life?
I wonder if it will ever change and who will be the one to bestow that blessing upon the world.
Until then I'm stuck in this beautiful world with indefinite vision which will slowly but surely drive me to a point of no return.
Will the world ever change?
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