complacent

everybody wants to be heard. to be known. not just fade away. every story gets to be told. every song sung. every flower bloom. it's funny to see some people still think that some corners are just to fade away. not to be heard. not to be listened to. even god created the pebbles. though nobody notice. some people i guess are still living in their safe haven. with their tunnel vision. it's not what you see that is wrong. it's how you see it. like me. we share the same defect. inability to step inside other shoes. unwilling to go that extra mile beyond what lies up here. it's the complacency. time is ever-slipping. like the universe keeps on expanding. humans are not made to stand still. we are made to roam. to reap up new crops. hear new songs. if the story is writing down new chapters. why  staying behind old glasses? you are so caught up with your old school, you forgot to move on to higher education. every story gets to be told. it's not a matter of genre or jam. it's a matter of time.