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Dec 2019
The fast die young
But maybe the young die old
Maybe the ones who can't speak
Are the ones that are never told
Maybe the ones that are blind
Are the ones that are never shown
And sometimes the ones that cry
Are the ones with no voice
Maybe the ones that truly stand
Are the ones with no feet
And the ones that always lose
Are the ones that can't keep
Maybe this world is truly backwards
What we think is what we know
If that truly is the case
Then we are in for show
Because right would be wrong
And wrong would be right
And can do is cannot
And can be would be scarce
So then no becomes yes
And yes becomes scared
What if Belief was all wrong
And we Believe what is not
But the truths stay Untold
So Belief becomes Sought
And the lies become sold
To the ones that don't know
And we say what Can Not
We do what Should Not
But we are what we are
So we do what we do
Dreading day after day
Praying please get our way
But His eyes are all seeing
So the Lord hears our prayers
And the answer to Why
Is the question we know
Yet still we blindly try
Even though the case is closed
And we can't live in peace
If the chaos lingers close
To our heart and our minds
Turning weakness into kind
Kindness shows who He owns
When we begin to forget
All the favors we owe
For a loan is a loan
You must pay or your shown
How the door never waits
If you crawl like a troll
And how time is never still
It you watch very slow
In order to obtain success
you must change yourself
and be the person
you wish to see in the mirror everyday Otherwise you lose sight
of what's important and become
the person you wish you never knew
Written by
Asha Kimo  24/F/Seattle
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