polyphoniccrusader
I notice the shimmer in your eyes
when we talk
And I smile.
Wrong. What is wrong? Am I wrong?
How am I to know what is right and what is wrong? Is there really such thing as right or wrong or are these just abstract concepts that we create for ourselves so that we can feel comfortable with the world. So we can justify things. If we don't know what's wrong we can never feel like we're doing the right thing. But who are we to say what's wrong?
Tempers rising and falling like the wind
The room heats up and people start to shout
My ears hurt.
It gets violent.
Shouting and screaming nobody knows what's happening.
Why does this always happen?
Do we even know what we're fighting about?
Do we care?