food4thought.0.3

A Poem by HonesD

03.22.17

I still fail to receive, receipts for gifts that I believe to be
of some benefit to me.
Well, they're purchased with ease -
   though still heinous indeed -
     is wealth really what we perceive?
     is money truly a goal to achieve?

They really expect me to believe that happiness somehow demands all of our time?
And that the whole universe revolves around a dime ?
   (or a minute?)
With a few more thoughts what could we find?
   (something vivid?)
With a few more breaths what could we try?
   (something gifted?)
who can tell.
My thoughts always end in "oh well."

And I might as well be, just a copy of my old man; that's all I see
   (Dr. BT)
Chained to believe this society has no room for me
So set me free...
Constrained, but I no longer strain to see
that I'm definitely indefinitely wired to be,
several notes off key...

and they're still playin' me.

Oh man, what a controversial melody,
am I really fated to live in this perpetual hell I see ?
Or will she come down and freeze hell over for me...

I hope not. It pains me to say that I still haven't changed.
Will I die or live another day - I guess it's all the same.

Implored to pursue passions until I'm bored,

Designed with no room for satisfaction in my core
life is always asking me for more...
And I let it.

I try to take these punches as lessons,

and focus on all your different perspectives.

But it gets crazy, or maybe I get lazy...
Either way I'd have to cross the narrow sea, with iron feet to get you close enough to see
that you can never be a part of me.
I promise.

I will wander aimlessly upon this earth
cursed to wonder shamelessly since my birth

"Where the f**k will I go with hollow words?"