If You Are Reading This

Not so much a poem, more a rambling of a sort

If you're reading this then you are alive

Free to survive

Surrounded by things with little meaning only a deceiving reason

Constrained by the fabrics which bind your form

You ask yourself “when will a new day dawn”

When will being alive turn into living?

The bustle of people

The corruption so feeble

The rotten functions

Things we are to endure until we realize that this is it

This is the living.

One we do not seek, nor do we ask for

Why can't we change it?

Who says you can't?

If you believe yourself to want to live

Truly live

Who's stopping you?

Yourself?

Others?

Mind?

Body?

Soul?

I say no.

No to the fuckers who constrain minds which wish to seek the world

No to your body which aches in agony at the atrocious avenues life may bring

No to the mind who says it's pointless

But yes to the soul which yearns for more

More excitement

More to see

More to do

More to think

and feel

If you are reading this you are alive

So stop reading this and start living!

Reviews

[Hanakuso]

This made me laugh so hard, but goddamn, it hits reality 100% accurately. Really excellent writing - blunt and exacting!

[Red Brick Keshner]

Ok! I'm outta here :-)