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The Wrong Time

I was born in the wrong time.

 

I think that’s why I can’t find

 

my place in this world.

 

I really just don’t belong here,

 

that becomes more clear

 

to me all the time.

 

I should have lived in the 60’s

 

I would have fit in among hippies.

 

Now I think I’m the only one.

 

I should have lived in that time

 

when it was so easy to find

 

people with compassion.

 

Today there’s such violence and hate

 

and all these people I just can’t relate

 

to in any way at all.

 

If I could travel into the past

 

I think I’d find comfort at last

 

in those who understand me.

 

When people found meaning in life

 

they had causes for which they would fight.

 

Now people are so apathetic.

 

They loved each other back then.

 

I think how wonderful it must have been

 

to feel that connection.

 

Today everyone feels so alone.

 

We each face this life on our own,

 

and it’s just so sad to me.

 

I want to stand up for what’s right,

 

but there’s no one to stand by my side.

 

Why does no one care anymore?

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