Thoughts

I had never sat and thought about everything I do,

Everything I say,

Everything I miss,

Everything I dislike,

Everything I desire.

 

It’s hard to think of all this

When all you have in your head is

Confusion and dismay,

Dreams and disillusionment,

Ignorance and bliss,

Happiness and nothingness.

 

Everything revolves around

What we are told,

What we see,

What we read,

What we believe.

 

How can we see ourselves and everything we

Are,

Need,

And want to be,

When we are so corrupted by society.

 

Is there no escaping this world of

sheer make believe,

Of socially imposed thoughts,

Corrupted individuality,

And lost originality?