Tired kids and wired eyes

Trapped in a revolving door to the building that houses hurt and confusion on all floors.
Stuck between the lobby and the sidewalk. The outside world or the strange comfort of the florescent lights and tile floors?
He's only capable of love in 30 minute increments. She loves continuously.
The placebos to each other's loneliness.

I've noticed a lot of people on campus that don't agree with the current governement. I also notice a lot of people not doing anything about it. What of the people of yesteryear? If people didn't like the government, they marched right up to the seat and changed things.
What of the people now? I see people complaining, but no action. Apathy? A feeling of worthlessness?
I know, I'm one of the "I take issue with certain things, but I'm not running for president to try to change things,", but I don't see anyone else doing it either. What happened to proactivity?
Remember: People shouldn't be afraid of their government; governement should be afraid of its people.

Well tough shit

You think I'm cold and stubborn, but compared to the rest of the world, I've got a heart of fucking gold.

You know, for a "ghetto New York City" girl, you're awfully soft.

There's just something about laying in the grass on a nice sunny day reading a book full of words you wish you had written.
Something tells me the boy for me is doing the same thing right now.
But if we keep our noses buried in books, how will we ever meet?