Just so exhausting at times!!!
Talking aloud, saying nothing,
That's what it's all about,
If you're here, you see,
You don't like me, I don't like you,
It's all express in a masquerade of words,
Name-calling and never-ending accusations,
But what have done,
Besides piss each other off,
And everyone else,
We just look stupid and tired,
So ignorantly tired,
I said before,
An argument without a cause,
Is nothing more than alphabet soup,
In the summer,
There's no need for it,
We grew and raised deaf ears to nonsense,
We were innocent to the garbage, but no more,
Because yes, we are tired,
Of finger-pointing, mud-slinging,
With results to do-little,
And do-nothing, and we have taken a stand,
While you talk and squeal,
Let the grown-up wheel and deal,
What must and needs to be done,
For our people, for ourselves,
It will start in one place, and hopefully,
The others will follow,
Until you see the final point,
The more you bicker,
The more alone you will be,
Because the world must move on,
With solutions,
And you choose to stand still,
And talk aloud and say nothing,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 04:09
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Talking aloud, saying nothing,
That's what it's all about,
If you're here, you see,
You don't like me, I don't like you,
It's all express in a masquerade of words,
Name-calling and never-ending accusations,
But what have done,
Besides piss each other off,
And everyone else,
We just look stupid and tired,
So ignorantly tired,
I said before,
An argument without a cause,
Is nothing more than alphabet soup,
In the summer,
There's no need for it,
We grew and raised deaf ears to nonsense,
We were innocent to the garbage, but no more,
Because yes, we are tired,
Of finger-pointing, mud-slinging,
With results to do-little,
And do-nothing, and we have taken a stand,
While you talk and squeal,
Let the grown-up wheel and deal,
What must and needs to be done,
For our people, for ourselves,
It will start in one place, and hopefully,
The others will follow,
Until you see the final point,
The more you bicker,
The more alone you will be,
Because the world must move on,
With solutions,
And you choose to stand still,
And talk aloud and say nothing,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 448 times
Written on 2006-11-01 at 04:09
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