Fight

Living in a first world and still feeling poverty, so many government monopolies, strangling our economy, what a travesty, when a priest molests a girl such a tragedy, when the each fabric breaks and tears, the whole tapestry falls gradually, when the government tells to bow to his majesty, when the police are committing all the phelonies, and this isn't how it is suppose to be, you can look at the bad, or you can look back, you can look deep or you can fight by climbing the steep creek, even though it looks bleak from where you stand but there is a voice hungry to speak, this whole world reeks of suffering, my biggest demon is impulsiveness, a slice through my chest, it bears its weight on me like a vest, like stress, it slowly deteriorates, but i chose not to be inferior, superior feels more like it, I would strike it, with such passion and lightning, frightening, but I'll take another approach to this, meditate, thats how I will conquer this, slow and steady is how the herbs survived this earth, and so shall I be