Mixed emotions inside, I cant make sense of each compartment it hides. My strength being torn apart in each article, each report, each utter by the breath that doesnt not wish to give support. My love, my happiness so overwhelming like a worldly bliss. But my world has stress that I cant miss or leave to have vultures continue to kill each last kid. So what do I do? ... Turn ignorance to arrogance? Turn hate to love now a distant past?...Run across the world and die fighting to make a difference?
It is a will to strive though you see it not...
A question I may ask to correct my way- for many youth is misguided by desire and lust.
Am I not of such a lost youth? Hints why my direction becomes seemingly headless- or my desire feared.
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