What’s The Point

What’s the point?

Why make noise to be heard when you’re voice is still drowned out.
What’s the point in making a scene, when the reason for your actions get overlooked.

 What’s the point?

Why point fingers and blame this or that. When that and this was never an issue, but a smokescreen to lure you off track of the real problems that weigh on our backs.

What’s the point in taking a stand for something, when the change is a temporary fix.
To bring light upon the injustice of the world. If the justice you seek only ends up with more bodies lifeless on the streets.

What’s the point?

Why preach about telling people that hate isn’t the answer. If you don’t know the meaning of love.

Why listening to what they say, if you don’t understand the meaning behind the words. To not process the feelings that surrounds every syllable.

What’s the point in any of it?

What would it mean if it all just go away. What would it mean if all of it were just to stay. I don’t know and not sure if I want to know the answer.