Woes

They said that this would come and go,
but I don't think things ever change.
So how estranged, how deranged
must I be to make everything pertain to me
and how my face is torn
From friction of other faces worn?

All this time spent pleading for more
But things don't change and men don't soar
Yet we still explore and dream of flight
Of conquering time and space and light
It's a waste of time I do protest
We scrape the sky but can't live there yet
our buildings will flood when the oceans consume
But we're too divided to walk in twos
a world of dreamers where I pretend
To not be the one that they condemn:

"Woe unto those who don’t see
Deeper than their foes or see higher
Than the valley of their lowest lows;
Woe unto those who don't recover
from their blows,
But instead make peace in that dirty ditch;
Woe unto those where woe is their only wish"

They no longer tell me it comes and goes
Because I never tried to make a change
How estranged and how deranged
Must I be to make it all pertain to me
And how my surface peels
At the cracks in my skin my woes reveal

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