CONTRIBUTE
I often ask myself: what can I bring to the table?
If everyone is on the same path of destruction
Why should I follow?
What can I do to help those in need?
It is not always about the necessities
But my contribution in changing the mindset of our youth
Does what I do really help anyone?
These are the questions that pollutes my mind
The sound of a dripping faucet
In a quiet ambience,
That is the setting in which my thoughts can be heard
Each pulsating drip echoing inside my head
These words are supposed to bring light to those who were in the dark
It all depends on the person and those who are willing to read
Hear my cries of agony
Let me educate this generation
Let me make my contribution
LIVE WELL AND DIE OLD
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