What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
Are the volume of your complaints,
Stored for future documentary?
Is the importance of your disapproval,
Strong enough to withstand the winds of time?
Will minds like yours today,
Find themselves praised tomorrow?
In a collective raised contribution.
Or will that hole you dig be dug so deep in sorrow...
Be paved over!
Cemented.
And the existence you believed lived,
Has too long bee dismissed...
To be reminisced as one remembered.
By anyone assigned to research,
These mindless mundane times now experienced.
And the sacrificing of common sense,
With an absence of forgiveness...
Has becomes as mechanical,
As the expression of someone's devotion to caring.
And the only one can do to compensate for one's loss...
Is to shake one's head.
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
To leave cemented.
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