…I really liked writing this…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The sky seems broken in certain places
Evidence can be seen in left traces
Most eyes are blind to what’s assumed generationally, as right
Comfort merged with cruelty, it’s all seen evenly with the man-made light
So few stand for life that’s not self-centered, in reassurance, or self-convinced meaning
Almost all turned, in a way, mute to selfless reasoning
Right & wrong get blurred, when blind support is given, from those, who try too much to care
Best of intentions, have the worst of outcomes, when we blindly stay fare
Lonely, it can be, in a room full of mistaken people, that know ur name
To want better for them, but know they won’t listen, is truly, a heartbreaking shame