All the world whiles away and it’s the children who go out to play.
Adults sit and argue politics, business, or bullshit, the words make no difference it’s the sentiment that will stay.
Inference grows in corners of minds, beguiled by images and gestures so kind.
What fate does befall us when we can’t decide, which path do we take when the door is open wide.
Why look the other way when to face the problem head on, gives a person a chance to become a better human.
The world whiles away in the vast open plains, the close knit streets and in the children’s dreams.
The world whiles away as the adults sleep, and all the rest is for the dreamers to keep.
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