Woke up feeling quieter mentally
But with the odd thought jetting passed
The what ifs and the somewhat sullen reality of the quiet life I live
Not upset it’s reality nor am I ecstatic that it is
Feels a lot like external judgements that prey on my solitude
I didn’t want this
I always wanted another, so I thought
To be in love with another and life to be content
But maybe in life that’s the problem
We all aspire for the things we don’t have and things we don’t need
We consume the unimportance
We consume realities drenched in fake faux fur
Ripped from the lives of others
Leaving behind the scarring and the pain
Walking away without a second thought or feeling for the lives trampled on
Positively inhumane treatment of the bourgeoisie dictatorship
Not a soul survives the wrath of squeezing every last mouthful of greed out of life
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