But a way to communicate,
With past generations? But like language,
It can't live in a static state.
It needs to change so we can all understand,
Where we deviate.
So, like the seasons, minds and governments,
They must change before it is too late,
Before communication stops and death starts,
Before complacency rots our souls.
It's not as severe as a kick in the balls,
But gradual, like being cooked over coals.
But it's alright,
One can get used to anything,
And is death really that bad if you don't notice it?
Is non-communication really living?
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