Days
You wake up, get out of bed
You're just trying to live life
And every day
Something happens
Something grabs you--
Makes you realize, every day
The world isn't changing
The world is standing still.
And every day
Truth is something you don't want to hear,
Truth is something that always hurts
Because every day
Human beings are not acting like
Human beings are expected to behave
And every day
Mankind is ok with killing
Mankind is ok with doing the wrong thing.
Every day
Lessons are not learned from the past
Lessons are reactive and not proactive...
Because every day
We grow further apart
We grow in stubbornness
And every day
Is a day we can't get back
Is a day we didn't move forward.
Published on Wednesday, August 20, 2014
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