Why does the world run away from what we made?
Why do we, why do I run away from what we, what I made?
We run away, acting like it’s just a hoax, a trick.
We run away, thinking that as long as we’re not hurt it doesn’t matter.
We run away, trying to stop and help, but it seems too difficult.
We run away, keep on using it like a tissue that’s past it’s best state.
We don’t have to run away.
If we made it, we can stop it.
Say it to yourself, repeat it to yourself until the words are so real you can practically see them written on every billboard, every sign, every picture, every one.
We can do it. I know we can.