The World that I live in.

I live in a world,
Where people can kill people,
And manage not to look back
Or down at it.

Where there is too much self-depracation,
And an identity crisis of some sort,
It is as if, the people have no root–
or a center of mass?

They are lying around,
living by, surviving,
non-chalantly,
without standing for something real.

They are bothered, but choose not to act.
It makes me afraid, what shall happen,
If I became one with them.

Of course, I am one of them.
I came from this land, this earth filled with love.
I don’t know happened to this place,
in couple of hundred years.

Some say, let it be.
I just can’t. I am designed the other way.
I either have to fix it, or…
Or abandon it.

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