The Truth

Hi

I think

I say

I cry

For we can't see

Or realize

Our fate

Not shown

yet casted in slate

The grown

Don't even hesitate

to ignore

and wait to late

for

They see it as a chore

too broad a subject

to explore

too set

our ways

too closed our doors

to many days

have come and gone

not correcting what is wrong

yet still

life goes on

Why do we learn to share

as youths

The truth

we still don't see

for you and me

forgot

it's trapped inside our thoughts

not coming out

not free

to be

about

nothing i can say aloud

but

proud

i will write

no worry's of a fight

not scared of the bite

Greed

to want

not to need

to bite the hand that feeds

i want more

demand

don't pleed

cut down the tree

don't plant the seed

how long until we see

me

i can't be

the only one

there are tons

why don't they talk

and walk the walk

our length of time

is unknown

before

the bomb

will be blown

and cast the shadow

on every home

then

no issues to discuss

no talk

no fuss

no trucks

no bus

no passion

no lust

no shine

just rust

just a faint gust of past

how the humans

did not last

Neverending

is time

like a crime

that plagues or mind

tick tock

we