Labelled

There are many milling around..
they are people, alive or dead..
weary of life..or is it angry at it? they move away
almost purposefully to that oblivion,
they vanish.

Those bodies they are not light,
filled with heat of hatred
they sag with youth,
loss their salvation..
Somewhere along the spark was doused
Practicality took away their dreams and hopes
Fight for it
iT ISNT EASY..
PossiBLE it is
they do not hear..
walk right on by..away from dreams and hopes
is this living
i do not know
living or dead
it is nt easy to say.

Walking towards that oblivion is a part of you, a part of me
A part of humanity.