A World I want to live in
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The world’s ender is a great pretender, Stocks are its trade when money’s to be made, Rewards spent on vices trigger a family crisis, Losses wasted in fear, you hope to disappear, Fluid yet stable, brings bread to the table, But is profit in paper
Sometimes I'll look out a window and think about how much of my life I'm wasting.
Just sitting here, watching the sun rise and set, set and rise. Like
Bread that I can't eat.
It's too hot, but oh so
Tempting.
Today our world is portrayed as cruel
nothing but a bunch of gouls
but we are just creatures
put on this planet to live and learn
balance is key
every scale needs balance
