How fortunate would it be
If we didn’t have to think
Not to live in inconsistency
If the world were bright and sunny
And the storm had never come
We would all live in harmony.
Everything but one.
For I am the human conscience,
That you can never shake
The voice in your head
That moans and groans
And rattles until you break.
So we have to learn to live
Without the safety of our friends
Waiting for the day that they would leave us too
Andrew W.
1-28-20
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
How fortunate would it be
If we didn’t have to think
Not to live in inconsistency
If the world were bright and sunny
And the storm had never come
We would all live in harmony.
Everything but one.
For I am the human conscience,
That you can never shake
The voice in your head
That moans and groans
And rattles until you break.
So we have to learn to live
Without the safety of our friends
Waiting for the day that they would leave us too
Andrew W.
1-28-20
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