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Feb 2012
Pollution in the skies, bullets on the ground, what has this world come to, when will love be around?
To say we preach peace is to lie to our soul, government just trying to make a dollar so they can make the car roll .
Money can’t buy happiness , but it can buy water and food. Sometimes that’s all it takes to put a child in a better mood.
They say that life is finite ,but  it can be alright ,if we make our dreams a reality without a single casualty.
Are we all different, or more so the same , either way you see it were in the same game.
I look to my left and then to the right. I see humans together all with the same strife.
Money, cars , clothes is it all enough? Or just one big bluff.
We’re trapped in our minds, but yet we hold the key. Its all just about finding out who is you and who is me.
We run from our troubles , but cant for too long. Don’t pay your loan ? Ding-****, bye bye home.
Never be an option, always be the choice. And if your emotions run wild you can always raise your voice.
But even with these pains, I  smile everyday, for the opportunity to help the world in a bigger,better,and hopefully the best way.
We are the result of what we have thought and not something that we bought.
Our mind is everything. What we think we become. So why not just think, make reality a better outcome.
Coexistence is essential. Without it we have no potential and in the end we’ll all be regretful.

The mind is a beautiful locked box of wonders  thoughts and perceptions.
The day you find the key is the day you realize what true life is.
Become all that is great.
Tyler Dolch
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     Indie Rodds and Tyler Dolch
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