Poem 1

Is it wrong to question everything?

Is it wrong to take your time?

What’s the hurry?

Everyone shouts,

“Make decisions now!”

What if I don’t?

Who is there to stop me?

No one.

No one is there to stop me.

Society sets it bounds, and we must conform.

We are a society of ants, everyone has their job, they have no choice.

You can’t be someone special, you are what the overseers say you are.

Dreams are made to be crushed,

Like a mosquito on a summer night.

Fall into the trap of society,

What else is there to do?

Be the obedient servant,

Obey the master.

Life gets better after the end.