Cycle
In a constant stream...frenzy, we are consumed with nothing.
My worry is not for the optimist, but for those without free thought.
We wait to be told what to think and know nothing more than a fleeting thought
To our core we know what is real, yet we allow social queues to deceive us
We are lost in the news 'cycle'
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