2.12.98

the world sleeps, breathing so softly
and still you hear the sigh
of collective malcontent
drifting through the dreams of man and woman
energy flowing through our tired muscles
despite the overwhelming tiredness
everyone working towards a future
whose outcome we can't decide upon...
harmony can never be reached in a world
so full of despair,
ripped to shreds by different idealisms
pulling at the threads
of our communal blanket,
treading lightly or stomping loudly
we can't decide
and die inside
because the ways of the world
start to fade in meaning
and all we can say is
"why?",
accusingly.

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