We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I leave to new lands by boat inside where old men smoke cigar with far away looks, and the rocking sound comes again and again and I wish to speak my mind, but I can't, there is just a distant shore and beyond a forest, an old city with rusty buildings, hard lives doing labor, making babies, and some light shines at the center.
Goodbye wasted once was, some time ago, I lost you in a storm, you fell and my head hurt, I wandered down an empty road, no signs of life, no signs at all, I left you then when I turned up the hill, to the cold and fog that burned, there was a survival time for a crazy world, and below manic subdued, buses every minute, and the horror of constant advertizement, the shadows between the homes and the yards, then a nursery for plants, it was like nothing else.
Men on the edge of breaking down, breaking out the guns, outside the door the beach roars, the bloody waves mock life, soldiers tossed like toys, justice crying, the statues left of the dead, our heart solid, hands ready, the fight to turn the waves around, to change history, as our enemy would have done.
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