We are all pieces of a whole

But it feels like we are each in our own hole

Is it possible to unite us all

Or we doomed for a free fall

Ideas have been planted inside our mind

They prevent us from seeing or being kind

They keep us rooted in the same turmoil

Now is the time for new soil

We sense things do not feel right

But all of us are blinded by a fright

Do no fear the unknown

Trust your instincts and go

We must unite or we fall

Still a work in progress. Any suggestions?