Sinking
Life squandered
Debris drifting carelessly by.
We drift
Carelessly by.
Watching, waiting, knowing
But not caring.
They warned us
But we won’t listen
Deaf to the great blue cries for help
We drift
Carelessly by.
Our days are numbered.
But we don’t listen.
We’re happy to drift
And float
Until we start to sink.
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