Warning

Warning: It’s a global catastrophe. The way we run from all Of our responsibilities. The way every care is Thrown through the third story window. The way we become stalkers of The media yet We can’t remember The day our child is born. Warning: It’s the ugly truth. The way we stop lives Only to forget about our own. The way we depend on signs To tell us which way to turn Even when loved ones scream From the back seat Begging us to put on the brake. The way we can’t seem To go back Once we start down The path of most Destruction and least Discussion On the matter of Where we might end up If we were to just Stop.