My Will To Breathe

The first cry, the first laugh,

the loving look in one's eyes,

so much innocence behind, 

just waiting for goodbye.

Time goes by, hearts collide,

friends and family tend to be kind, 

but as witches and heroes pass,

nonchalance starts. 

Why take it away?

Why look for it, when it is right there?

People from this time,

they don't see past that,

money and status

it is all they want.

But even after that, 

their existence isn't complete,

beacuse goods are no good,

when they don't let you think.

Why ignore the fact?

Why don't you make happiness be part of your life?

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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