Thoughts

I am tired from life

Holding heavy expectations 

And pressures

Like a race

I’m trying to win

But I am unaware of how 

Lost and confused

I struggle as everyone passes

My mind 

Gets the best of me 

And I think

I think and wonder 

And ponder 

And what else?

What else is there to do?

Is there a point in all of this?

There must be a point 

Even a pencil has a point

There has to be one 

Underneath the screens 

Underneath the masses of people 

Blinded by 

The wrong type of light

We are drifting 

From our true purpose

And instead we find comfort

In technology

And a web of lies 

Spun by the people we trust

How did it come to this?

We are abandoning 

The promises made 

To our mother nature

Ruining the fruits of her labor

We are forgetting 

Of the lessons learned over time

Have we really overcome 

Diseases and wars and disasters

To be wiped out by our own hands?

I refuse to believe this

I don’t accept 

This bleak reality

No, there has to be a purpose 

In the fires and shootings 

In the debts and plagues 

And the wars and fights

There has to be

There has to be

There has to be