Waiting on the day I can breathe once again.
Choked on the fumes of existence and dreams,
I can”t breathe the same air as long as I remain
Living. Every time I try all I can hear are screams.
Is that the imprint left from mankind,
An inability to accept falling behind?
The idea that a wall exists dictating productive
From obsolete. Life should never be quantified
Yet, I still find my own heart to be quite ineffective
When the truth is seen: We’re divided not unified.
Trying my best they dissect and analyze.
We’re no longer trying to relate anymore.
This predatory game played only hurts us.
Don’t betray another for the lies you’ve been fed
For this world has seen much despair in our stead.
Vasha'Lakar 