Why do I care what goes on.
Why should I care just enough to speak out.
Who am I saving?
What can I prevent.
I don't, I don't, it's too much, but not enough.
I don't , I do, it's too much, and not enough.
All the things I just hide away,
All I do is play them safe.
I stay my hand, my hand stays.
I shouldn't have to, but I should,
I can't be human if I'm invisible and impossible.
I can be human, without someone else being invisibly impossible,
All of the things I sway that should not be a "Do",
All of the things I sway that should not and won't become.
I don't want to say all I do is hide away,
I don't want to think all I do is fail today, and today, and today.
Where am I without me.
Where are they without me?
I make a choice of a tomorrow here, like I do for the rest.
To be heard,
A weight,
It's too much, but yet not enough.
Truths were made to break bone,
Mine.
Maybe that's enough,
My shaking, maybe that's enough.
So, I try to help.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoetryThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
