Lost.
The unnoticed grow restless,
They acknowledge...
They are the unacknowledged
To a certain extent,
a tarnished mirror,
unable to recognize-
the person they wish to see
or be.
Search.
Only when we are blind,
will we start to see-
That no one can change.
We can't save a world,
that does not want to be saved.
Found.
When we start to realize this,
Only then we can finally grow-
Not Change.
Simply Become.
Paul Hankewicz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-without-jiminy-cricket/
