But I can clean them up and have to,
find myself peering through a dusty window.
It's not a time to try its a time to see.
See what has happened to what I used to know?
No loner are some alive but some are but not to you.
Time is my worst enemy, someday its good and slow
and some are crying out for help, and the sorrow
of all things is created.
We cannot see through everything.
These things need to happen and thought about.
And not just tossed out the window like a piece of paper,
that you would throw in the bin.
Desperate times call for actions.
Creation is most of life.
It needs to be seen but also heard.
And not to be able to swing past and take a glance.
Why!
A question that honestly can not be answered,
to its potential.
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