So Stagnant It's Become - Poem by Kevin Carney
So stagnant it's become.
The same old thing from day to day.
No challenges from day to day.
Same old thing, never moving on.
Going in a direction, never ever moving forward.
The heart has lost its feeling….
The mind just barely functioning.
Just have to look to reach farther….
Pull somehow from deep within.
Shake things up, pull the emotional void apart…
Is it time to move along?
Search for something you think is missing?
You can be young or old, it doesn't matter.
You've read the books, you studied whatever you could.
Did it teach you?
What is that you need?
Do you have feeling indeed?
You read the papers and watch the news.
So dismal the stories, it makes you so tired.
The world is still such an open horizon.
Sitting for years, warm and comfortable.
Afraid to leave your home.
Do you have the drive?
To somehow change, how you live?
The world is out there begging for a change.
All you can do is day in and day out sit from 9 to 5.
In that job you always complain.
Is it time, before it's too late.
Take that giant step, make the change.
Do it for yourself, you have to save your soul.
So much is there to do, it's not all that hard to believe.
You can make difference, most never do.
They rather sit and watch life go by.
Complaining how screwed up its all become.
It's so damn easy to sit and complain.
Do you have the guts?
Do you have enough to give a damn?
There so many out there in need.
Do you think you can do it?
Are you willing to do it?
So many young, their sleep filled with hunger.
Bellies empty and swollen, no dreams of the future.
Disease and pestilence they skate through it every day.
Those are the lucky ones, there days run by the numbers of luck.
Their playgrounds, they learn early to dodge mines and bomb blasts.
You ask yourself why God has chosen them.
The politicians they don't give a damn, why should they?
They live in the fine homes, the fine schools for their kids.
They play their lips service, how poor they feel for them, it's so terrible.
Really though everything at home is fine with them.
Who really knows of places like...Rwanda?
You and I know there is countless others.
Oh, I wasn't supposed to say.
It's a new world order, to make them see the change.
Don't go to the UN, corruption at its best, they want the dollars and cents.
Sitting so high in their glass castle.
Trying to get everyone to conform, not caring for the poor or weak.
Just as long as they have their fancy balls and catered Christmas parties.
The kings of misconception.
Just look at all this!
Don't sit there and feel sad.
Think long and hard, take a chance.
You will be better for it.
Take that step for, to whatever degree.
Go out and help where you can.
Big or small no one will care.
You won't be thanked I guarantee that.
You'll have hardships and heart breaks.
Don't be afraid to fall, get up and go at it again.
In the long run maybe you'll breed life into your stagnant soul.
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