When everything seems to wane
we tend to
circle our wagons
we tend to
issues that matter
we tend to
run with the masses
whenever it seems our lives matter.
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What happens while we forget,
how many miles
of open ground do we cover
how many miles
of indecision do we wander
how many miles
of afterthought do we compile
whenever it seems our lives matter.
~
I lost a friend the other day,
she seemed to be tired,
of trying to meet the needs of a world,
she seemed to be tired
of all the bullshit that crossed her desk,
she seemed to be tired
of trying to meet the needs of the man
whenever it seems our lives matter,
~
Whenever it seems our lives matter
the world around us seems to bother.