As I Sit (Behind Closed Laws)A Poem by SimblesFood for thought - Mindless distractions, dwarfing a global impasse, remain as a result of a lack of awareness regarding the injustice that casually ensues, for many, as part of everyday life.I sit here awake in my bed wondering why it is that more isn't said why there's people, in the world, some even children, at the same moment who are about to be shot dead I sometimes think to myself and wonder if they think about us as well the likelihood is that... they wouldn't know how to be in such a state to be able to stop and sit, to think and try and relate spending most of your life going to sleep praying that in the morning that you are still in one piece spending most of the night dreaming about waking up and still being alive no time to stop and think I have to survive and so... giving up isn't even a voice in the mind accepting the worst is the only realistic frame of mind lays the foundation for the progressions we make then from the bottom, we make the choice and begin to climb I don't believe in thirst or hunger... they're just two states of mind I tend to let mine wonder I spend most of my journey flying even though the reality is... that I'm in a world where I'm scared for my kids new generations either wake up without actually being alive or being sold into services that are factually worse fates than dying had to be right? we accept this wrong just as truth and yet we let it slip by? where is the world while all this goes on it's like somehow the whole world gave up trying its like living is something that we all forgot easier to do what we'd rather not the life most believe in has been stretched out and squeezed thin lying is easier than trying to find a life free from sin especially when you for a brief moment open your mind, and in that moment inside you for the first time are accepting that but then that means rejecting everything you've done and how far you've come in life... you'd have to head back so you could start again that realization is what kicks the brain loops back in, easier to reject, This is just how the world has progressed, they'll hear themselves say inside their heads, but what eludes is their too scared not willing nor prepared, when having come so far is what makes you reluctant to invest in returning to the beginning of a line you think you've travelled when you never left. the gift of modern man with technology everything has gotta be accessible from the palm of your hand just distracts from the accepted truth that this world is an excuse to hide from the fact that the human race made some mistakes and now its too late to turn back losing faith, as our momentum is losing pace and in time... soon we will have to face the truth of the matter... that what's the use of having a ladder if in the end, it doesn't actually climb But god is a lie, I hear it all the time, and yet I know that there is more that goes on than makes sense in my mind... it happens constantly but people push it from their incepted design. Without a need to be corrected the illusion is protected cognitive dissonance, dystopian obedience, is what has the world crying layers of gas that we amass just to feed the world that has no purpose to exact just perpetuating an inevitable end that we've yet to accept and it has already happened It's a fact... a string wound tight and it's waiting to snap that's why the only way around apparently is to just wait about it. let the economy keep expanding even though many in the world do without, in a world that's overpopulated with so many obese children, in a world where kids no longer play because the media took their freedoms and killed them, | I can't believe what I'm seeing if you look into my eyes there's rage and it has filled them when there's a 6 year old so overweight that in-between stuffing their face because eating for comfort is accepted and commonplace, yet plain to see as you can see the pain on their face as in between bites are have trouble breathing My mind is lost in it... all of this at the same time... We let in the madness of all kinds, and yet as someone gets thrown from a bar when they cant drive home nor sleep in their car all for getting a little too drunk and being out of line ... I think you will find it is so that alcohol can keep greasing the economic wheel, the lubricant that's constantly fronting the bill ostracizing one so that everybody else gets drunk and 'has a good time'. So caught up in what life forgot that no one sees that it's flawed by design and a child could work this out if they had a chance to speak their own minds I work and then wake up to do it again with no refine seeing a reflection in the mirror every day like seeing someone all the time you never notice them age, same is my ability to view myself as a reflection now is just another step in this plastic world so desensitized to my reflection that imperfections I just forget them, important to maintain order in this distorted cage that the meaning of the word reflect seems to have changed The word insurrection no longer inspires the masses to band together and grow stronger no time left in this mindless life for the mind to wonder stop and ponder, why it is this mindlessness should go on any longer I have to be somewhere else than where I am at almost any given time always keeps you just out of reach from the opinions you'd likely find the brain needs room to breathe to know what it is that it truly believes but as kids, we are trained that this life is the way and so we never stop and truly see and so forever chasing a place that in reality, we will never actually be. just stuck in a loop,
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Added on April 10, 2022 Last Updated on April 15, 2022 Tags: Wakeup, Becoming, Positions of power, Use your privilege's, First world, Cognitive Dissonance, White wash, censorship, Under a rock, Ignorant, Ignorant to the world, What goes on, Behind closed laws AuthorSimblesPerth. , Streya, AustraliaAboutIts not a deplorable thing. People can have ideas... They might not make sense to anybody else or even to themselves at times, sometimes in itself is a paradox inside a paradox inside a pair of socks .. more..Writing
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