This world gets more confusing to me,
Each and every day,
The more I watch the population,
The less I feel okay.
Something isn't sitting right,
With the way they move,
And no I'm not talking about,
The way they choose to groove.
Even with more knowledge,
It gets worse every year,
Where's the care for others,
We all live on the same sphere.
🌱 Katane 🌱
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Surviving - Month 2
PoetryContinuing my plan to write my problems away, with a silly little poem once a day. Covering varied topics depending on what's at the front of my brain.
