Snowdrops falling,
whining of the weight
of reality...
That the good old days...
Are old,
retired,
dead.
The bygone, lets spell this out in multiple avenues..
ancient, dead, departed, former, lost, antiquated
archaic, belated, dated, defunct
down memory lane, erstwhile, extinct,
forgotten
gone, gone by,
in oblivion, late, of old, of yore,
old-fashioned, old-time, olden
old fangled, one-time, out-of-date
previous, quondam, vanished,
water over the dam, water under the bridge..
This is a view of a reality that was
winding on to long.
Times are changing, we've become a people..
Not a race, a ethnicity..
That's a stigma straight away,
what ever continent you were born
to
A majority a minority.. were labelled to much.
Were one people under the stars, one humanity..
we all bleed, we all look for a love of another.
Lets just be us, people that don't see labels,
as we cut them off because the outfit we
now wear isn't in need of a stereotype..
Were just a different fit,
but all the same.
Human......
