The Probable Undeniable
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I wrote this in Kuwait Airport waiting to leave on a flight out to Bahrain.
Its inexorably time
To write my final rhyme
Im waiting in line
As life passes me by
These dozens of people
Walk to their own beat
But nobody sees
What's waiting for me
Like sheep of a flock
Their blind to the end
An undeniable truth
A despicable trend
We all wait just the same
As these lines in my brain
Keep me from going insane
If life was so great
And to live is a gift
Then why are we a sift
Amongst this mist?
There is no order
Or nothing to stop them
No sign of relent
No traces were human
No desire for better
Just pieces of matter
That decides our future
Id stand up if i could
But that would mean ive been sorted
Just two more minutes
And then ill be boarding.
Copyright © Criss Tripp | Year Posted 2015
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