Alone, sitting knowing of the great possibilities that life could offer to the enduring achiever
Gracefully standing still while moments of conscious grandeur anxiously drift by
A sleeping body awake to the perils of confronting our dying world
Detached silence, a preservation to survive, develop a new consciousness for within the peoples eyes
A small brick laying dormant with nothing on its mind
In deeper thought, a tragedy disquising human kind
With thought comes pain and honesty in a moment left to far, no longer seen as grandeur, but unwilling dying grass
It is this embarrassment that places me aside
Detached in silence, though consciously I am aware of our demise
Please tell me what you think
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