When I contemplate this world, I get depressed
No possibility to fix it when it's such a mess
Not just the world, but I, too, am conflicted
Worthless to all while being addicted
My goal requires keeping a vigiliant mind
The changing I need, I choose to be blind
Ignoring the problem puts me in chains
Freedom is absent, the longer this remains
I can't help the world until i get help for me
This is far below where I expected to be
5/10/12
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
