The air is brisk cold. The polarity is wide. Wisdom is scarce, and disparity on the rise.
An age passes in a year. Some shed for the masses a tear. Yet nothing seems to change, little within our grasp, little within range. Holding a wish for eternity. Hoping it breeds fraternity.
Wealth holds sway, the power to persuades us, while dreams stand idle or seem to evade us. Passion is used to dissuade us. Often forgetting about ourselves in the present, and what made us.
Change comes within, they say. Work hard and the world will be yours one day. It’s true. We fought together one day, you and I. There were no worries of truths or lies. We took pleasure a midst our hellos and goodbyes.
We stood united, we fell divided, but we never gave in to power. Now, we are concerned with what we can sell by the hour.
But what is a world together, without you and I. What is a world at all without a hello and goodbye?