Artificial Pleasure

Open your lids, let in the light Slowly awake to every new sight. Get up, no, go back to rest, Cause there is no point lest You proceed to make a change. Life is here, live it well Otherwise no one will ever care to tell Who you are and what you have done. Don’t pretend that you can run From the person you know you must be. You know that you can’t stand In the way of life’s demand To make a tiny spark, In a world consumed by the dark, The spirit of selfish ambition. How can one alter the role They’ve been molded to play? Not shaped by their soul, But by the challenges of each day On the planet possessed by conformity. Taught from day number one Don’t give up until you’ve won, This game of getting ahead Not slowing down ‘til your dead. What kind of life is that? No legacy left behind, Just a heap of messes to unwind, From the destruction and decay Of our own will of the day to day. No empathy for the ones we crush. Idolizing the heroes who make It to the top of the pile, the fake Assumption of security and peace, That only proceeds to increase Our desperate need for something more Generation after generation Nobody in this “great” nation Seems to get our greatest need The pressing desire to succeed Has mesmerized everyone’s focus When, tell me, will we ever See in the span of forever That the ultimate longing of our Being is to let go of the power And love and be loved