An Excess Of Thought On The Human Conumdrum

Tue, 01/17/2017 - 13:53 -- Vixxy

What are we?

Creatures of skin

Waiting for our moment

To strike

The match 

To live the life

We want to live

The problem is this

We never stop waiting

We never push ourselves to be

More

To be different 

We never try to be

Something better

Something extraordinary

Who are we?

Are we anything?

Are we nothing?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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