I’m no poet. I’m no writer. I’m not a talented individual
I just have chaotic thoughts that flow through my being, my soul
I just speak what I believe to know. I’m not wise
I wish I was more concise
However mundane this form of expression may turn out to be, for me
It’s worth trying to put what’s in my head to text for people to see
Some say pen to paper, I say keyboard to finger
For we are the future
We need not swing an ancient sword, a metaphorical inc and quill
We have plenty of weapons of the modern era that plague us, make us ill
I don’t mean guns or bombs, but rather the weapons of the mind
We must develop vision from a time when we were once blind
The world still reeks of the smell of ignorance
It remains because society encourages it’s permintance
We have the writings of so many great philosophers
We have the language and history of so many cultures
We have more information than any previous generation
I say we use it, combined with our imagination
That’s our eras issue, is taking what we have and implementing
So that we may progress, expanding ideas and innovating
Distracted by platinum and chrome, conformity has trapped us beneath the dome
Why no more leaders of social exploration? Answers seeking
Why no power behind the movement to pay attention? History’s repeating
Right in front of us, we let it pass us by
Not even a stop to sigh, no one is willing to start a fuss
Thing’s that matter have meandered off into the dust
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