Dedicated to: Astrapetes
I sit and wonder...
I wonder of the waste.
Of the talent.
Would we exist on gasoline now,
Would there be war
Would we be hungry,
Would we care?
But these questions elude answers,
Because maybe the solutions are dead.
Along with our visionaries,
Because we couldn't visualize acceptance,
With the truth...
Of knowing we're all in this together, forever.
And this plague encompassses all of us together...