Dedication to a conversation long ago.
Numb
It use to scare me first,
Then I got use to it, til now,
I can't feel it,
I can't feel nothing anymore,
There's a thick line,
Between adaptation,
And feeling nothing, but,
We think it's good to be,
In a way it is,
And in a way we lose,
A part of,
Humanity, Morality, being you,
As society changes from standard to automatic,
We must keep the important things that must remain,
Standard,
Before we become no more than a vending machine,
Uniformity in a society relies on a common goal,
To make the society better and prosper,
Not to control and program the masses,
And the change is as simple,
As a person looking in a mirror,
And wanting to get a nose job,
At the movies,
I shrieked at the sight of a dead body,
Now, I didn't even flinched,
That's when you should fear your humanity,
Have I overdosed on being cynical?,
Or even sarcastic?, who knows,
But the action must be evaluated,
And figured out, for myself,
To pass it on,
To the ones numb,
Who pass or teach others to be,
It easy to say to a child,
Can't and Won't, when you do,
But when you give them more than those words,
In their vocabulary, they can choose,
Except for you holding their hand, forever,
For numb is not about dependency,
It's about loss that can be found,
If you look inside what is left,
What can be salvaged and built upon,
Only if you need, only if you want,
Only if you can and only if you will,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-11-27 at 07:46
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