Waiting for change in an abyss
While days turn to seconds the human population stays static. The same black hole is still awaits the larger population of humanity. Change does not happen with rest, and rest does not happen with change. This world was made to be active and evolve into something new. The same news repeat again and again. The same channel fails to show the people the kind of world they live in. We as people cannot sit every 4 years waiting for a person to change what we see. By then actions have already been committed, and crimes have already been over looked. How many deaths in this world will it take a population of humans to open their eyes? How many corrupt politicians will it take the population to see that nothing is changing? How many wrong doing will it take? My seconds are restricted due to the lack of change. I wait. Waiting for someone to open the door. Waiting for someone to open my eyes. Waiting for someone to speak up. But until then I fall into the abyss where many people lie. Where many people are put after trying to be different. People should strive to be different, and want something more than just mainstream items. Till then I wait while Days turn to seconds, and my voice turns nonexistent.
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