People
What can I not live without?
What drives me to continue on marching?
In the spur of the moment, many would say
phones, wifi, their favorite food,
but for me, it's people.
Isolation drives a large marble into the pile, sending them under all the furnature,
next thing you know, we're chatting with Wilson, and he doesn't talk back.
People come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, but when you're alone,
You'd rather be stuck with the man who agrees with Trump
than the deafening silence.
People, people, people,
you can't live without them, even when you think you can't live with them.
"I don't want to live on this planet anymore,"
don't forget, space is large and empty without anyone
to share it with.
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