PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Back To The World

You're wasting away your day
Your gray hair is fading.
The remaining hairs tell a story,
About the time you once had a head.

Those with influence seem stagnant,
Like the sand on they beach in which they lie.

It's been seven years since progress has been made.
Oh, we have changed, but change doesn't force progress.
It seems we're made to regress, next we'll revert back to Hammurabi's Code.

I think it's time to let go of that one grain of sand,
And take a look at the rest of the beach.
It's time to get back to the world
And away from meaningless conquests.
It's time to fix something, anything.

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