Imperfect Society.

Dreams are shed,
along with tears,
living for what we have read.

Our world will crash down,
into pebble and stone,
and lives will drown.

For we do not know,
how to make society run,
in a perfect cirlce of snow.

We let others pick our path,
we let them decifer our mysteries,
Until we feel their dreadful wrath.

We count on others to catch our fall,
but why? we\'re all too imperfect,
too imperfect for this world at all.

So there we stand.
up on the sidelines,
watching what we made-fall into the sand.