Thought #309: Evaluation Apprehension
Look at the mighty buildings
Skyscrapers reaching high
But even they fall to an earthquake
Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild.
But with what? All was in the structure before it. But rebuild, rebuild, rebuild!
It doesn't matter the circumstance.
But even the moon is bound by gravity. Even the stars have a maker. So, why exude in-dependency when no such thing exists? Yet, scorned am I to what others say. All opinions reaching for an answer, as to why I am enslaved. Sequencing too frequent to ignore. I'm the problem. Am I the problem?
Yes, I'm the problem, but am I?
Injustice is a word for bitter folk. And I cling to it dearly,
Scared I haven't gotten my fair share.
Explaining does nothing. Anymore, I'm too scared to attempt.
I'm scratched: a broken record.
And no one wants to hear the same song. Again, again, again.