The old and the new

by gawgeuzzgurl   Jul 12, 2011


Take me away,
give me a place to stay
tell me that i mean something to you
or at least tell me something new

i'm stuck here in this horrid place
trying to keep a steady pace
peoples foul language spitting in my ears
holding on to every last fear

your programmed and built to wrongly use and rely
with our immortal wishes to be the one not to die
our mind is the most precious tool
with this mindless population to treat one as a fool

hold your heads high
yet your wits higher
for you are the ones who decide
for this is your future.

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