Are we even doing anything about poverty?
Can we fix our problems we started by thinking the same way we started them?
Do we have levels of understanding ,
Blinded by our own lies we stand for nothing.
Everyday I feel like I'm bleeding ,
Colors of what blood isn't,
Blue, Green, Even a pleasant scent of seaweed,
Are you right that two plus two equal's four,
Or do you accept it as if it were to be.
Like burning little pieces of imagination created for various of reasons for us to be free in our own minds.
Everything created by man can't be solved by reflecting it by the same point of view
but to climb over that wall and see what was behind...
Echo's of idea's left undone,
or is it all nonsense with fake facts taught by the unnatural "human",
Dimensions where we choose to live in
Does it fit in with others,
Do we need to blame ourselves just because of it's a convenience?
We will never be right..
Is that our nature..
Not to question, but too follow.
If it is will we ever bright.
Even in a dark room..
Do you see me?
Nice poems man. Really liked both of them :)
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