Seeing
June 3, 2013
One day,
We'll wake up and realise,
For that last 3 generations,
We haven't been living
Not really
There isn't even a pattern
Any more
No one wants to work
No one wants to live
No one wants to die
Where did our lives go?
Have we really become
Simply useless flesh bags
Infesting the world with our refuse?
Where did the art go
Where did the geni go
Where does our future lie?
Do we really want to let the next generation down?
Do we want them
to be
Lazy bums
Who can't lift a finger for themselves?
Do we want to look into a mirror,
And see what we have become?
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