A lot of people say a lot of things.
I'm no different, and hopefully no worse.
But probably no better.
There's preachers on the streets, there's preachers on their pulpits.
But when I speak, it may mean nothing, and they everything?
Social statuses of the social elite on their social media templates bring more social stances than society has the time for.
So we'll continue to speak these words, useless or otherwise. We'll continue to pen these thoughts, and we'll update our statuses, social or not.
But we'll never find our way.
Because we're all lost in thought and word, not listening to each other, not allowing for any room for others.
Love is wasted, and more so with words.
This sharp tongue might never be heard, but it may be dulled.
So give me your tired, your hungry, you poor.
Give me your wired, your lonely, your all.
But I'd rather hear nothing at all.
