In my existence here on earth it occurs to me that the only thing that really matters to me is the relationships that I share with the people I care about. All this other stuff that tries to pollute my mind and strangle my heart with temporary satisfactions just gets in the way. Measure of who I am by the amount of their junk that I can gather up. The more I can get, the better. If I get a lot quickly, I'd really be awesome to them. Dust those who are most like me, leaving them choking in the exhaust of my ambitions; not caring if they live or die. Even to my worst enemy I couldn't act so cold.
They let me see some of their most beautiful things and even let me taste some of their pretty things in this world, just enough to get me dependent so I can be another one chasing after meaningless things. I should be a knock, out selling every last thread of my being to get a lick of their illusion, but I don't. Blessed much, I keep on with so little, in a place that costs so much to pass time in.
I'm thankful that I can see the true nightmares hiding behind the mirage of dreams; seducing everyone who can't see the ugly monster made to look like a pretty girl. I know exactly what they are, but I play the game because in this world that's the I must function. I don't want to them to know I see, I go thru life appearing to be part of dumb, death, blind clones that eat, drink, and think whatever the deceivers give them. For other folks out there who know the deal about the way things are truly conducted in this world I want you to take comfort in the fact that you are not alone.
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