Problems of everyday

Unnoticeable for it is reality.

Walking down the street ends with ones pride dead.

Robotic movements invisible to the body.

Weeping willows dancing in the breeze.

Intoxication the very air we breathe.

Restlessly sleeping.

Thoughts arise before I do.

Sinking into molasses in attempts to escape. 

Paralyzing is this haze, yet dominating it will lead.

Blindly binding those who get too close with a need to feed.

Satisfied?

Everyday, it's a problem we make, problems I face, alone unfathomed by darkness.

"We were born in the dark" so shall we live in it?

I was told these lies to entertain.

Entertain the truth pertaining the message that we yearn for. 

When will it end, as I tell myself countlessly the very leaves begin to brown with age and wither away.

My feet ache when reaching this higher state of consciousness.

My will power will never fade, but rather daze others who swoon around me.

Blackened clouds of dust and chemical.

Engines running souly off oil.

Energy wasted on solutions already solved.

Not knowing where to turn or go.

I wake tommorow hoping for a change.

Problems I face everyday.

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