As the train rambles by,
As my eyes hurt by the light of this screen,
In the darkness of night,
As production continues through all hours,
From countless artists' hands,
Reflecting this world from their own eyes' light,
Reaching the eyes of very few humans,
As the solutions can't keep up with the,
Problems that we create,
Inventing things with no care for the world,
As we still procreate,
As the rain falls,
Finding the eas'est paths,
I wonder, will life ever provide me,
With all the things for which I've ever asked?
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