It is wrought upon some, the truthful worries of our world
The rest suffice to say that they are but weak
Survival of the fittest, an excuse used to trample the within us humans
They have but disgraced mankind with all the shoving and pushing
Look around you, open your eyes
“No man’s an island”, a wise old man once said
His words will probably be lost forever
For those who read, suffice with the act of doing so
And not all who do, are gifted with the ability to read
We reach the point of evolution where complexity overcomes all
The one that oversees is now but lost
There might be glimmers and slimmers of hope that we might see
The strong ones might stand up for what might be right
But who am I to judge what right truly is?
Mistakes I shall make
Numbers I shall fake
Climb atop this metaphorical mountain I will
Shout from its metaphorical top I will
Just to show myself that I’m not weak
My presence shall always be felt
From stacked decks shall hands always be dealt
Argue, will I no longer
No longer will I survive
There is but one thing that this world respects
And for it to respect me, will I show it that I can thrive
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
It is wrought upon some, the truthful worries of our world
The rest suffice to say that they are but weak
Survival of the fittest, an excuse used to trample the within us humans
They have but disgraced mankind with all the shoving and pushing
Look around you, open your eyes
“No man’s an island”, a wise old man once said
His words will probably be lost forever
For those who read, suffice with the act of doing so
And not all who do, are gifted with the ability to read
We reach the point of evolution where complexity overcomes all
The one that oversees is now but lost
There might be glimmers and slimmers of hope that we might see
The strong ones might stand up for what might be right
But who am I to judge what right truly is?
Mistakes I shall make
Numbers I shall fake
Climb atop this metaphorical mountain I will
Shout from its metaphorical top I will
Just to show myself that I’m not weak
My presence shall always be felt
From stacked decks shall hands always be dealt
Argue, will I no longer
No longer will I survive
There is but one thing that this world respects
And for it to respect me, will I show it that I can thrive
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