Waste
Dont you hate how things waste away
Here one day, gone the next
I guess everyone has a debt to pay
Laughter and sadness, life and death
This is the cycle of time
Circling the universe like a behemoth
When will we learn
We must create, relate, and anticipate
Or we will mourn more than we yearn
Everday is a missed connection
A city of millions
yet little to no intimate reflection
I pay so much to see so little
I sit in a tower and cower
There is so much to belittle
The world is at my feet
I can feel the tremors of humanity
So many things to do so many people to meet
I shouldnt let it go to waste.
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