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Walk in the Eye of the Storm

Living in a city full of empty people,
I peak through my peephole,
And see I am surrounded by weak souls,
So much so I'm forgetting what is real,
Forgetting how to feel,
Forgetting my mind is sharper than the steel they wield,
So tell me how do we deal when those around us kneel,
Praying to be healed,
Beliefs heavy as concrete may be humanity's Achilles' heel,
Still I get no sleep because I see thee webs of deceit,
Now I question everything from our origin to corporate extortion,
Combine them for a distortion of historical proportions,
If no life is worthless do the math and divide the portions,
Factoring in that a few hoard fortunes,
So in the end what is really important?
Sporting Jordans at the performance or
Or forming meaningful communities with other human beings;
The type that have me believing that there is strength in unity,
And that living life beautifully-
is worth more than what greed can achieve,
So I am not speaking of a Utopian fantasy,
but I am so dope the status quo cant handle me,
so put your hands in team,
and recognize life is more than just existing,
we are on the verge of mass extinction,
but we are oh so captivated by television,
social media, and religion all program us to stay in position,
we have our own vision but it has become tradition for us to follow,
so repeat the motto:
"Live life as if there is no tomorrow"
'Cause we borrow time everyday,
So it is safe to say one day it will all be taken away,
With no replays I hope the words I say crash like waves,
'Cause once awake you are never the same,
I may hate a lot about our current state,
But I cannot even place the blame,
I would rather self deprecate-
If it would do a god damn thang,
Like address climate change,
Or increase the minimum wage, I am just saying-
Let's debate a path to take to avoid dark fates,
Let's make the world a better place and forget about the word race,
'Cause it still frames a way to segregate,
Police profile people that they incriminate,
generating prison profit off of slaves,
Our priorities are obviously nonsense,
At what point can we no longer stop it,
So what the fuck is this that you call progress?
I feel stress in my bones and I know I am not alone,
my environment isolates me from those that I know,
my confinement makes me feel like I am on my own,
So i scroll through my phone,
looking for something, anything to give my life meaning,
Somebody please cut the seams at the boarders of my being,
And release my inner-beast as I breathe in peace this evening,
Dreams are not real because we believe in them,
but because we can actually achieving them,
Sure humanity has it demons,
'cause even the evil and damned have their reasons,
Season after season feeling self defeated,
Feeling like we have been cheated-
'Cause history has been repeated,
It is so easy to see that we are heated,
but I plead you redirect your energy back at the machine,
not at a fellow human being that is also struggling,
I mean some of us can barely perceive these socially constructed realities,
like the competing screams of advertising,
monetizing a corporate lie,
you can't buy peace of mind,
That is why i'd advise-
you find happiness from what is inside.
gazellemon
Written by gazellemon (Bradley J)
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