Reality

Day after day
Night after night
There's always people playing
and theres always a fight

I was walking through the streets one day
I saw adults but mostly children
It was the month of May
None with a pencil or a pen

I told myself it couldn't be
But the truth is it's reality.

by David Guillotte

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I love how you worded this and explained the little overlooked things in reality.