Victim of Temptation

poem by Kansas City writer Joni Wilson aka Amenimity

What if that someday just never comes?

People wait their entire lives for “that day”

Some die alone

Some die in misery

Some are dead before they even die

Who’s to know our purpose?

And who’s to care?

I had a vision when I was younger

Nothing special, but I just knew my life would be taken care of

Some people wait

Some people wait their whole life

And in the end, they've waited for nothing

I say screw the waiting and go find the people that are waiting

I've changed my mind so much

So often

That sometimes I've forgotten what I was waiting for

Some wait for love

Some for money

Others for glitz, glamour and fame

Why do we waste our lives waiting?

Or why do we waste our lives working, sleeping, bullshiting

When we know that this can’t possibly be the purpose to our life.

I write to ease tension

I write because this is my soul

And I know someday that this will all be worth writing

Someday, if that ever comes

We all die of something everyday

Something that pulls us further and further away from who we really are

Temptation I would have to say is by far the biggest thing we die from

My thoughts are meaningless without an explanation

We are tempted for sex, money, illegal acts of indecency, drug use, alcohol use, gambling, driving fast, selfishness

All are acts of temptation

These are the acts we die from

Each day

There are too many people to make it

To really make it and appreciate what they've been granted

But there’s purpose to everything

I’m often inspired

Always to be better

I usually die, victim to temptation