In Monotones

Our horizon, blurry
Waves increase
The silent wind gusts at once

And by dusk, the sun's aghast
A storm's brewing
Dark clouds, marching in

We run strong
Only to see our steps
But in the same place

We run strong
Only to realize
It was our hearts drifting

We run strong
Only to feel nothing
But indifference

Until our feet sore
And our hearts soar
From these fleeting seasons

Making up the routine
We are trying to escape
And go back to, all at the same time

Until the waters lay low
And the heart beats once more
For a fight we cannot fight alone

For all the reasons we once forgot
And all the life we once had
We push forward

Until we sail pass the brewing storm
And push for the distant shores

Shall we remain but ourselves
Sharpened, learned, polished
Yet, still flawed and fallible

It may not make sense
Nor will we see it best
But as a roundabout it may seem

Until the light kisses the horizon
'Til we see the dawn
Shall we again be reminded

It's never aimless
Nor meaningless
That we live in seasons

For in seasons shall we encounter
Isolation for the extremes
An upgrade of our axis

That we never will meet
In monotones
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"There is a God shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God, the Creator, made known through Jesus."

Blaise Pascal

Who's wrong is it?

It is heartbreaking that most choose to just stand by any other opinion than to know their own and have their own judgement. And if it's fallible, may it be known that it can be corrected; than hearing loud opinions but to note, are the only echoes of other else's influence and opinion.

Let them think.

Let them have their own eye on it. Don't present the facts with opinion, as if the opinion is part of the fact -  that people take sides only seeing half of the story.

Would this be another form of corruption? Yes. Information manipulated is corruption.

So what happens now? Deterioration.

Not until the media begin correcting their way of presenting the news, parts of the masses will think the same way; or we begin finding the truth ourselves.

But who is to blame, anyway?

The masses who let themselves be swayed by other else's take? Or the ones who keep persuading others of their belief and abusing the tolerance of the other?

Who's wrong is it, anyway?