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Isolation Isolation comes forth from everything You think you see you hear and interact But can't feel anything through an odd mist It seperates and tears you apart You know not why you don't care It is probably your own fault but still it comes Just because the Pot is black doesn't mean the kettle isn't You keep moving and you still do all your work But you lose momentum like a swimmer Kicking off from one end slowing and never reaching the end You begin to conserve energy Hoarding what you have You cut off energy to activities And focus on your studies Saying it'll all work out But it doesn't You end up done no energy 2 i

I don't know what to do as it happens I have no idea of the proper response I must do something smart and witty Yet I'm afriad I will but fail Have we not all gone thorugh this akwardness Or are we but islands of ourself seperated from the continent? I wish I knew what was apropriate I wish I knew what to say I wish for many things but now I focus on this wish It grows in importance yet remains unaswered A waste of time to bother wishing I still don't know what to say It happens as I can no longer avoid contact I stumble out a "hello" as I silently yell inside my head A "hello" is returned and akwardness is returned as well Lik

Failure is ever present our seas rise the temperatures escalate When will it stop? The foolishness of our leaders is so easy to see they continue on their paths to personal glory they ignore the actual plight for their gain When will it stop? Poverty in our cities Mankind ruined, starved and dying are no longer enough to shock us from our blissful state When will it stop? People complain yet do naught endless whining with no action a plague of sound When Will it stop? Will it ever stop? Will we band together to become greater than we were alone? Will we think and solve our issues with peace not war Will we learn to share an

Ever forth I go on Through valleys of snow Moving desperately to escape a fate of Decay Decay in boredom Decay in absence of thought Decay A loss of sense New intellectual challenges despite being overwhelmed just to avoid Decay. The enemy marches destroying thought idea rhythm and verse Decay Should I drown myself in sweat or should I go peacefully to Decay?