Manufactured Mind

Fri, 03/06/2015 - 23:26 -- jruiz

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Thornberry Way
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42° 11' 16.782" N, 88° 21' 48.5136" W

A young boy studies pre-med

 

to become a doctor, he said

 

Back hunched over facts punched

 

in his mind, courses never too kind

 

That was once a dream of white coats and stethoscopes

 

but has now become one of shuffles and ball-changes.

 

Lights rain on his figure, music absorbs the atmosphere

 

 

Who said you mustn't change your focus

 

or take the road less travelled by

 

The yellow wood held the choice of walking the paved path or laying the tar on your own

 

But I’ve been told tar isn’t something you should touch

 

that it can ruin the very order of a society

 

Eating away like acid at the conveyer belt which carries the ultimate propriety

 

It stains the fingertips with vision and leaves a fume of imagination

 

tempting the being to lay just a little more tar to find the end of the horizon

 

They say it’s necessary to keep a level chin riding across the belt

 

because the slightest tilt toward the sky would remind a person of how the clouds

 

never seem to create the same form twice and resemble the lightness of individuality

 

 

So, let us all give in to the sky.

 

Let us allow for ourselves to dwell in the vastness, lifting our heads so high that we topple

 

backwards affecting the manufactured mind behind us

 

The inspiration of our daydream will create a domino affect along the assembly line

 

making "monotony" a word of the past

 

And like that young boy who once studied pre-med, we will all dance in our own way toward

 

the clouds where we have our residence.

 

A place filled with the unknown but the known that we must follow our dreams

 

from now until the future tense.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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