How they sold the world back to us

A piece most could appreciate i do believe. Give it a read. Touches alot of vital issues regarding the world and the people that reside within it, especially the first world

a Simbas tail by me Simba

 

Things in life are not what they seem.
sometimes a different perspective is needed...

sometimes... you need a team.

Half way through hearing the excuses
when someone introduces a new idea
again each time I start narrating over the top
with my own answer in my mind

responses do vary.. but mostly the story told
how ever different
I find the end result seen,
how ever much told from a different perspective...
the same conclusion my mind unfolds
as each rendition, to each other
entirely alien...
but when I start to break it apart
I start to make some sense...
its the same story told...
..from the other side of the same fence!

variations of the same whole, over and over again!
but this mostly, I found to be what did unfold see.. 

when each was asked...
these were the things that each of them told me..
'oh well I can't live life you see, because with work all week
I look forward to the weekend, my only time for me to unwind.. 

and well
that aside, I find it helps to make ends meet, 

keeps me motivated.. and in between(big sigh)
I'm just busy all the time... besides...

even if I did want to make a change,
the life I live is ultimately a lie
as I keep myself unwittingly distracted
and so as time goes by
my goals become rearranged as wants

and selfish desires
leaving no real way back
without accepting the fact...
that the thing I'm running towards...

is actually me running away from life...
so the time my life has spent was mostly used

protecting my memories,

from reacting
from exacting
from reflecting

to atone to find the steps
that would lead to the track
then to the intuition that tells me..

that my prison was a perfect inception ..
all by me...
all of my own design...
though not as I intended..
this.. the dissonance...
truly a perversion of the minds of mankind...

trapped in a maze made from need to consume
at the flick of a switch!
dopamine loops

that keep toes on their tips...

and the troops moving...

makes sure to keep them
the meagre and insecure deluded
because if I had a calculator and could use it
Id try to deduce a present moment
to introduce a time and thought
where I would be aware,
no longer having need of these non-sequitur illusions..

nor the use for deviations keeping sanity abroad...

leaving me to find me for the first time
me living in my own mind..

remnants of a life hidden in a cold room

in a corner just sitting with a plethora of intricate excuses...

for all the opportunities life gave me...
and why i didn't use them...

confined to a one track mind....

leaving life's light ignored... eluding to the fact that the way I live is substantiated by a salary

supporting a life that it cant afford'.. having had these realizations..

clearing the confusion...
the brain trying to protect itself from the trauma
uses sleeping only to forget and keep looping
fighting a battle that when it started
was already loosing..

a ruse made through a blinding haze..
dividing the masses blinding them of their only defining strength in number
the mob.. and its combining rage

waved by an elaborate camouflage..
a flag, one quite abhorrent.. this mirage..

its grip on mans kind, a calamity..
slowly  growing into a frightening cage

hiding the truths that its toxic excess exudes 

its grip on mans kind killing families..so slowly

the slight of man left to focus on varied depths of

whispering smoke.. a muse..
tightening the eyes of mans focus
entranced as the minds of men were
becoming subdued..

watching the smoke in its elaborate dance
not many had the chance to notice that greed
was slowly learning the deadly art of choking
not only of the breathing heart of flames...
but also the minds of men..
now it is the same once again but in greater numbers

unorganized in a shroud of destitution...
so birthed the slave master...
way back when.. in its infancy...the industrial revolution...

it is convoluted... I'm left amazed
as its so mind boggling just contemplating..

that it was all meticulously created..
in a factory.. actually..
by an actual human.

Author's Note

HOPE YOU LIKE IT :) so much effort went into this one