We are the audience of a passing world,

the under stage of observing,

an indifference to do what’s right

at the cost of singled out.

The wounds we endure, touched off by

salt water opinions and acts of hate,

burn to the core, fostering impatience

and anger. Repetitious stories attempt

To swallow us within the caves of

their thoughts, forcing an upstream swim,

gaining strength as the masses jump in.

Change is the curse of stubbornness. We

hold fast regardless of untruths, unwilling

to alter our path until the road abruptly

ends with the truth, pointing to a new


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