And we spend time with what we call our friends. We put ourselves at risk to be the latest gossip trends.
It’s when we are left alone to ourselves that. We become aware of what we are.
We see our conscious step out from the corner and every frebe and faded scar. We realize we don’t like the shallow life we lead.
And wonder if it’s too late to correct every evil deed.
The experience, the tolerance, the social love of dying We kill ourselves wide awake when in our sleep we’re fighting .(To destroy others) But we were born to strive for what we swallow on tv We starve and morph ourselves into what we are told to be.