The danger of a single story is informative
Answer:
All information available to the reader is through the "eyes," or perspective, of the narrator.
Explanation:
Answer:
Oh what time
do we have
in our hands?
Moments we made,
or perhaps fate
allowed.
We all look like
sand, escaping
the land.
And we say we
are unique
but we are the same
in different dreams.
And we are lonely,
miserable and depressed
the land was these things
but I digress.
So what if space
allowed infinite
into our eyes,
but we pierced
it with seven knives.
And created a box
to be inside, and we
blamed the big companies
for what we lay down
and die.
And we ask what time?
Life is ours to have,
all belongs to
our second thoughts
that children
take in.
That the holes
made the light
seem brighter.
Than the world
we see, dim.
But from my point
of view, nobody lives.
...and we only drift.
