My Mind Late at night
Believe it or not, I give it my all
To live in a world that’s so senselessly flawed.
Where morale has little priority, and it's
importance so small.
It’s a sickness motivated by greed, it's power permanent and towering tall.
Held by the tail, unjustified tales, expectations,
accusations, and unaccountable fails;
All exhausted so they can rest well and prevail.
What changes could I possibly make, when freedom of speech is all just for sake, and with every good deed, they find a milestone to take?
Remoulding, rebuilding, and adapting for the survival of our sanity, and we endure in hopes of becoming a better humanity.
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