Feeling.
Feel.
To numb the pain, does that mean we feel less?
To continue to complain, does that mean we feel too much distress?
Quiet desperation,
no verbal indication
of a suffering nation
too numb for frustration
Feel, that which is most real
to be ever so present is to skip every other meal.
Give in to temptation,
give out ripples of light
resisting desires
keeps the mind awake at night.
No worries the fury of the other side of the world
for all to know is here in the eyes of each boy N girl
No tears for the years that have come an gone
just ponder them lyrically, write them into a memorable song.
so long to the world, evolving so blue
if ever you were to write, be sure it is presently true.
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