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Caught up in Nothing

to busy to stop and think

I'm running on empty

cant stop to sleep

 

you wonder why

we are losing touch

when you take too much

there is no room to dream

when I stop to ponder the sky

silence fills me ,makes me feel alive

 

when plastic dreams replace the sound

with an empty case

patured mind ceases to breath

caught up watching tv

humanitys destruction

fueled by greed

no one cares anymore

to plant a seed

that will grow to feed

a thousand in need