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Path
I was walking on a stone path

A path made by the past to be used by the future

I looked up, to the west, light Blue

To the east, white because of clouds

But above me, straight above me

Blue Dark Blue the Blue of a thousand heartaches

I felt I needed to help one of those heartaches

Would it b my own or another's

I looked up again the Blue was Darker

Another heartache

As I walked the stone path

Criteria
Fitting criteria

Death pain deliria

Rejection

Recollection

There is only a fraction

Of feeling

Of being

Of needing

Of seeing

We are blind

Broken

Beaten

Dieing

Is this what we call surviving

Yet there are some that are only scratched

They do the beating

Do we ever fight back

Yes there are a few

they recognize the pattern

Figure out what to do

They wage war

But they can't win, will never win

The rich, the popular

Everyone is brainwashed

To think beauty is better

Money is perfect

And pain and suffering are fun

You know I think I'll be one

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WHAT IS GOING ON
Questions.
Answers.
Where does it end.

Silence.
Thunder.
I can hear yet I am deaf.

Love.
Hate.
Feelings intermingle.

Right.
Wrong.
Ethics intertwine.

Good.
Evil.
Why won't it end.

I question the world searching for answers.
Where will my search end.

The silence of the world becomes thunder.
I hear and shut it out.

I love this boy and hate him for it.
Undoing what was done.

Sometimes what is right becomes twisted, wrong.
Life needs to untangle.

Good can turn to evil.
Will fights ever end.

I ask the world questions it won't give me answers.
So here is where it ends I believe in...
Something
But what?