I long / Small

We all long for something,
what that is shouldn't be held against us

Think how precious this world might be,
with the help of a few more unjudgemental people

People willing to try and understand,
ones with no home who still offer their world

Think of your problem now,
now of others

Don't you feel so small,
don't you feel lucky?

You should.

Our problems are large,
that I get

But in reality,
our prospective deminishes our wants and thoughts

I don't starve,
or get abused

I'm not homeless,
I don't have a terminal illness

No matter how bad we get,
we can always count on society,
To assure us that it always gets worse

"Things can always get worse"
This is ultimately supposed to keep us grateful and humble,
but of course things can always get worse

But things don't always get better,
they can't

Not everyone will be happy at some point in their life,
that is how it goes
and I hate the people who make it seem as if everyone will fulfill their dreams if they tried hard enough.

Some have advantages,
and it's fate

It breaks me to know that I may never have a good life,
no matter how hard I try
all because of limited spots or employment

That we can't depend on talent or hard work,
because these days it lies on beating the next person

Too many people,
So little places

I refuse to waste my upcoming years trying to fight for one.

And even if given one,
imagine the person who lost yet another opportunity,
one who may have needed it so bad

But what can you do,
besides it is either you or them

Society can caress my rear end,
with it's standards and unfair challenges to get to the top

I advise the young to aim for happiness,
nothing more nothing less

As for the aged,
was it worth it?

The last thing I want is to be old and unable to live my young dreams,
to persue this unlikely career,
one I may have spent time and money on
Only to realize that I could have spent that on my longs,
my wants

Curse this world,
these places
unatainable places

"The american dream",
Is freedom.

Isn't it?

I long for freedom,
getting lost in having nothing to do the next day,
because my life can be ended in a night that I've felt more alive,
then my 15 years in this doom infested cave

Bad is unlimited,
You see.

It is the good in the world,
that seems to only affect the lucky ones

It appears my friend,
that i'm not one.

But perhaps the lucky ones aren't lucky at all.
What do I know?

Author's Note

I really want your thoughts on it.

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

"Bad is unlimited,
You see.

It is the good in the world,
that seems to only affect the lucky ones" -- Absolutely incredible. That is so well put.

[Dazhanay Wilson]

Yeah some things just come to me. Lol