While having a deeply thoughtful day,
You could start to write.
You could write about whatever comes to your mind;
Whatever comes to your head.
Whatever, no matter if it makes no sense.
No matter if you don’t know what you’re writing.
No matter if you don’t know how to go on.
How to go on at this poem and through the days.
Through those short longer days.
Today longer than tomorrow,
And also shorter than yesterday.
Was your yesterday blue, dear?
Are you today a part of me, dear?
Spend your lonely nights sleeping well, dear.
Or tommorrow will be longer than you wish.
And you wish you can win,
Without taking all the steps required;
Required for what you need,
And needed to learn it all right.
But you have the right to forget.
You can even forget you have this right,
Because even heroes make mistakes,
And even sanity goes insane.
Sane Insanity and insane sanity.
Sounds like watermelon juice.
Like a piece of melon being bitten,
And like somebody nipping your ear.
We don’t need ears to hear.
If we listen harder
We’ll hear the unheard
And give them a chance.
A chance to try.
The unheard want to change.
To change the world from now on.
Maybe it’s just not too late.
Not late to hear it again,
But no one will listen,
Cause we all know what it is about,
So maybe it’s just to late.
Maybe it’s late for a change.
Maybe this isn’t helping the world.
Maybe by writing here we get it worse and worse.
Worse than now?
Yes, this is nothing compared to what it’ll get to.
The more we disown, the less we can do.
And all we need to start doing, is just listening.
Listening and spreading the word.
No matter how, but let it all out.
You will be listened.
You will be heard.
We need to turn back time.
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