How aware are we to the unconscious thoughts and drives that lead life to such devoted compliance with the norm. What is expected from a societal perspective without dashing our dreams and hopes for the life we want to lead, may well be a failure from which we will never recover.
No-one denies our dreams, but in compliance and by necessity those dreams often fall into abeyance and become obsolete. Then, in our later years, we look back and regret what values drove us to lose a part of us, the wants that did not survive time’s yield. Do not forsake that part of you that yearns, for we betray ourselves if we do not recognise what we truly want in life and uphold it.
The Core of Who We Are
They walk the streets
in vacant-eyed acceptance,
homeless not in reality but of mind,
swooning to the rhythm and pulse
of metal and neon plights, resigned
to the sheep mentality of the oppressed.
Skin like leather
tooled in forms of compliance,
attired like soldiers bleak, repeating
the bleating of sad assimilation,
as all else just leaks from a molten core,
all uniqueness melded into a gun-metal cause.
Awaken, moment by moment forsaken,
as guileless minds with motivation
follow paths of least significance,
foreseeing wealth the prize,
a compromise of spirit,
where love’s redemption is lost.
Hollow faces blur in cacophonous pace,
yielding to time’s elusive spaces,
and how can one seal a life worth living
bound to someone else’s ideals,
driven to enact the cycles that steal the heart,
the very core of who we are?
Streets so dark even in daylight,
taint the worn paths of many,
life but a neon recluse, a social interaction aloof
and superficial, a haze of booze and drugs
to pacify the lost pangs of what once was,
as these worn paths the antipathy of regression.