Peace to Pressure

Under Pressure.
Listen to Bowie:
Fill my ears with the sound of his sweet fears.
Under Pressure.
I used to be so carefree
A beautiful
Sun-child
Of the Earth.
But now I don’t recognize me.
Under Pressure.
They want more.
Give them more.
Who’s keeping score?
My soul was once so rich
But now it’s poor.
Under Pressure.
Creativity and simplicity
Evolve into inescapability and predictability.
Peace- I shudder at the word,
Peace, once so attainable,
Today it’s considered absurd.
Under Pressure.

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