Time is infinite, continuous
Constricting and miserable,
Never seen nor heard, so ambiguous
Galaxies' enrobed in a thick bubble
They've reached the stars
While many dwell in dirt
They've made flying cars
While so many still hurt
Must we search for a few,
And ignore all the rest
For a future that's untrue,
Putting the earth to the test
How do we believe in a god
When nothing is certain
Never any peace, just nod
For change might be a burden
I pray for the light,
That's constantly disappearing
It's surely not alright
But hope is worth keeping
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PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
