21d • WRITINGS
The Cost of Deaf Ears
The world don’t wait for stubborn minds,
It spins with speed and shifting signs.
You clutch your pride like armor worn,
While futures pass—reborn, reborn.
You scoff at change, you flinch at truth,
Still preaching dreams you lost in youth.
But silence speaks, and wisdom waits
Beyond the walls you fabricate.
Close your mouth—open your soul,
The world’s a fire, not a scroll.
You read the past with hardened eyes,
While blind to present’s clear disguise.
They watch you—those with open hearts,
Seeking guidance, seeking starts.
But you, a lighthouse with no flame,
Let shadows play the ancient game.
See, fate is fickle—make no mistake,
She gives, she bends, then she can break.
She’ll whisper once, then walk away
And let you rot in yesterday.
So hush your ego, plan with grace,
Embrace the shift, reclaim your place.
For those who fight the tides of change
Will drown in depths they called "unchanged."
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The Cost of Deaf Ears
