We tend to create intricate choreography
around our issues
We are raised to avoid conflict,
watch the world pass by
We are told to fight for what's right
But these days, who does?
We are set on standby mode our whole life,
immobile and repetitive
We are told that children are the future,
we rely on them to fix it all
But now it's us that are the problem
and now the world will fall
You could have fought when it was your time
But it doesn't matter anymore.
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