People...
People around me
People just make sense when I see them intertwine themselves in everyday routines.
Some listen to the birds chirp, others see the green canopies.
Screens capture attention, as tasks fill up our days.
The world seems huge when I sit and ponder.
When do things start to matter for everyone?
How do they know which is the world they are creating?
There are so many things to manifest in this world,
Yet some are generous and some are selfish.
None of them are wrong.
Dream big they whispered,
But the limits weren't shown.
In the Labrinth of time, my choices were positioned, and expectations were peaked.
So did I confine myself through all these times or did I get conditioned along the way?
Whatever I say, in the end, everything comes back to me
What do I believe in? The silence echoed.
Is it me or is it my experiences in the world?
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