Millennium two point O
Indifference because of what and why?
Pointing straight fingers with bent integrity.
Voices so loud but shy,
The day is as bright as a fogged-up mirror reflecting shadows
of puppets with cut strings.
Each motion of despair drifting away on a sea of sand as
motivation quivers and sighs – oh where is my phone....!
Endless hours have silently spoken, the sky of day broken with effortless devotion.
Shards of glass shattered through stupidity, now
a machine is designing a machine to pick up the pieces.
The stars fill the dark black open night with a closed mind and it's
still damp and cold as if to be knee deep in mud with
technology that is so fast but it’s like humans are stuck.
A gust of warm wind with a slight glimpse of hope
It is your turn now, don’t drag your feet and mope.
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