Endeavors
I want to live in a universe with color
so that I can see this world unclustered.
Flustered with so much to do,
to muster up the courage to prove
that I am actually worth something in my eyes.
The pros and cons of being a nice guy.
I find sincerity rare in this society,
altruistic behavior goes no further than what’s beside of me,
in spite to see what’s right with me
I care too much to just let it be.
The thoughts of deeds as its own reward
diverts from thieves that try and contort
the system, to bend and mesh perceptions to their favor,
opposes the truth in living like women taking contraceptives in labor.
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