The earth goes around,
Yet people are still mourning.
The sun comes up and brightens our days,
Yet people frown with their faces dropped down towards the ground.
People are to be gracious and kind to each other,
Yet we are selfish and crude.
Somehow we manage to blind ourselves of these amazing gifts.
By our self-conflictions, we only see what bothers us.
People are meant to be gracious and kind,
Yet we are mean and deceiving to others in this world.
People just don't realize that this is our life,
Our time to live.
The time to make a decision that could change your perspective on everything.
The change is coming,
The leaves are brown and crumpled underneath my feet.
People are changing and moving drastically.
Whether its for the best or the other side of the coin.
We can't actually know for sure.
But until then;
It's up to us,
Us the humans,
The people on this earth that goes around.
Yet the world keeps spinning faster around.
All you have to do is buy a ticket and take a ride.
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
