running, running in circles
Chasing dreams
Chasing fiction
Our hearts beating fast in the dust
our color effective in the inevitable
Watching the bones licked dry
waiting for our turn that will never come.
The condition of the American is a futile one. The only thing worth living for is the hope of one day getting your piece of the pie. We get lost chasing this myth of imaginary money. The only thing of value is your ethos, your dignity and Self respect. We all sold a piece of ourselves at one point of our lives in order to belong. To say that we have, we can. But we all know that underneath it all we don't have anything and we can not get anywhere in America. We all fell susceptible to beast. Taking from it's belly like parasites unwanted and fathomless. We are living in our lower vibrations. We are sharing them with each other. It is time to wake up and experience ourselves. We spend a lot of time paying attention to those around us. And even though we can relate to their pain, we don't acknowledge it. We are too busy making others feel bad in order to take the focus off ourselves. you better save your soul and stop hoping that the governing bodies care enough to focus on us as a whole. They Dont They keep us seperate even thought we are here together. The power is in numbers. No one man can beat that. Let us revel in our connectedness.
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
Mahatma Gandhi
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