There's so much in this world that's good and bad,
I sometimes ponder the world that
we once had,
When less people roamed and nature just thrived,
It's like no one here is really alive,
We say so many things but is any of it true?
I thought i found a truth in this world of few.
But it ended up just being a lie in disguise,
I don't think you realize how many times i had to cry,
To finally realize i meant much more than what we're told we are.
I spent so much time believing it, but i'm done making these scars.
There's so much confusion i wonder what's real.
It doesn't really matter though it matters how you feel.
Because we can spend as much time as we want getting into other's lives,
But in a couple years we'll all just be archives.
And add a couple billion years to that
none of us will be here, we'll all be gone
every human
every plant
every living thing we had.
But it doesn't really matter, right?
We're all so self-absorbed,
but i can't really blame us when we're all misinformed.
About the people around us and the people above us,
even the people within us there's so much to discuss.
For starters we aren't born hating,
It's taught to us by others,
so many different forms of it,
making people suffer.
