7 billion realities each of us consumed in own own living in the comfort of our cubicles playing out our stories day by day living so small in such an infinite universe
7 billion lives fighting to survive in this mysterious, vague cycle we label as life we only see our own perceptions believe our own deceptions we all strive for perfection when perfection doesn't exist. it is an abstract concept created by man himself this seed of "idealism" planted into the mind of society eats away at the purity of the innocence a child is born with we do not live in a utopia neither an apocalypse but in a perfectly imperfect balance an equilibrium of the two but we fail to achieve harmony to find peace we fail to come together in unity there are humans but no humanity all scavenging for scraps of sanity in a world of madness in a deranged realm of hunger and greed in this ephemeral illusion which will one day cease to exist
where are the lost souls that wish to be found? where are the voices, that wish to be heard? where is the love that can stretch beyond the seas and the skies? where is the good in the power of mankind? and so I ask, in the name of the people where are the people?