Trail of Nightmares
It is important to evince an individual's knowledge,
When there is knowledge to be shared,
In order for people to grow,
And have a better understanding.
“Follow your dreams”.
Maybe 30 years ago,
This had meaning.
But now when we hear “follow your dreams”,
This generation doesn’t follow dreams,
But they follow other people’s happiness,
And make them believe that it is their own.
I decry this generation's,
Mannerisms…
Gestures....
Motives…..
Because,
We’re able to articulate, and utilize,
The things that should mean so,
Miniscule to us.
We dissemble ourselves into a “happy” person,
Although we are sad,
We do things for others,
Only to expect something in return,
We thank our parents,
Only when they meet our expectations…...
We tend to forget the things that make us.
The things that form us.
We substitute truths for lies.
Books for drugs.
Promises for secrets.
We look at others
with….
distinct perception,
ourselves with no perception,
Yet we still judge those
with such deception.
We cavort so effortlessly,
From persistency to….
Inconsistency.
Why?
The credence that society instills in this population
Is that,
The poor should bow to the rich,
But the rich shouldn’t bow to anyone….
THOUGH…..
We admire those who sell us happiness,
Yet we can’t respect our mothers,
Who sell us their time,
Their heart,
Their admiration..
Is what makes us who we are.
We all have 20/20 vision yet we are still blind….
We see celebrities on their pedestal,
And random vines that can make us,
“haha”
or. …
“hehe”
Yet we fail to see the tears people hide daily,
The homeless that are distraught for loving arms to captivate them.
We fail to see the brutal truth of reality,
because the truth of reality is what we fear to see,
And we’re blind because we fail to see that,
The things that we fear,
Are the things that strengthen us...
We let our negativity bombard our minds,
And then we wonder why we cry every night,
Before we sleep,
And we wonder why we cannot exhume,
The things that once made us happy…..
It is because our feckless spirit,
And habits,
Is what makes us feel “not good enough”,
Or “like no one understands us”,
Although - I - know those thoughts,
Are not true,
I wanted to share this with you,
Because……
We expect to follow our dreams,
Yet we are too nefarious,
And wicked,
To even help others with theirs…..
We all share a utopian mindset of,
Having a white picket fence,
Or a 4 story house,
With a wife (or husband),
With kids,
And we classify these as “dreams”.
Although there is nothing murky,
About having those things in mind,
We must remember that being satisfied,
Does not always mean that we are happy.
We must remember that,
Our passions,
Our desires,
And our morals,
Are primordial in regards to these materialistic wants.
We must remember that we should never act in a,
Verdant way when we see others,
Who have less than us,
I apologize for such verbiage kind of literature,
I do agree that…..
We are following our dreams,
Because we’ve been living a nightmare,
And we fail to forget that nightmares are dreams too…..
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