I've realized that maybe,
I don't try to change anything,
because I don't think I can.
I cheer on the protestors,
and those who speak up for themselves,
but I do not try to help.
Afraid to become a weak voice within the tumult.
One more voice, sure,
but this particular sound will fade into the distance.
and if I want something too much,
long for it too loudly,
I know I can not have it.
Why take it from others,
just because I want it too?
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Zoning out at Work Vibes
PoetrySometimes at work, the idea for a story or poem pops into my head. No one said I should write them down, but I've decided to try anyway. Maybe you will think it is awful, but I already love this. About halfway through, I begin to mix in some of my o...
