Humans are their own disease.
We plague ourselves with apathy and indifference, and we won't do anything about it, even though we know that the world is quickly draining down the tubes. I don't have to pretend that I don't care, because I do, but there isn't much one person can do to save 7 Billion or more people. They just don't care enough, and they aren't going to listen to the insiginificant words of one small person who could be stomped out and forgotten at the first sign of breaking.
We're our own disease.
We're our own cure.
But so much like everything else we do, we want to create the messes and not clean up after ourselves.
We don't lift a finger from it's well-worn groove to help other people, to fix the world. Even though we, on the outside, to others simply watching, may look like we're doing something, on the inside, where only we ourselves are watching, it's all just an act.
The world is our stage, and we're fooling everyone...even ourselves.
We plague ourselves with apathy and indifference, and we won't do anything about it, even though we know that the world is quickly draining down the tubes. I don't have to pretend that I don't care, because I do, but there isn't much one person can do to save 7 Billion or more people. They just don't care enough, and they aren't going to listen to the insiginificant words of one small person who could be stomped out and forgotten at the first sign of breaking.
We're our own disease.
We're our own cure.
But so much like everything else we do, we want to create the messes and not clean up after ourselves.
We don't lift a finger from it's well-worn groove to help other people, to fix the world. Even though we, on the outside, to others simply watching, may look like we're doing something, on the inside, where only we ourselves are watching, it's all just an act.
The world is our stage, and we're fooling everyone...even ourselves.
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