More than I know
How does one fight for fairness without keeping score?
If you have the answers , please , please say more.
This rumbling and rattling in a vacant brain ...
It’s enough to make one wonder if they ever were sane.
Alrhough it may be brown the wrapper isn’t plain.
There’s a spirit we all had when we we’re kids .
Ancient minds have a harder time with that lid .
The truth is out there , it’s plain in the stars ..
It’s easy to obsess over shiny German cars ..
The answers aren’t in a shot glass at the local dive bar.
Waistlines are expanding , so much cheaper to eat fat.
Social Media , shallow or hateful is where many are at.
Theres remains beauty and love although sometimes rare.
Takes time to figure , this world wasn’t built to be fair.
Consider your soul blessed when someone really cares .
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