Have you ever been so trapped in your mind,
That the clock ticks but your miles behind?
The world is passing by around you,
Letting the sonder transpire through.
You're here by the screen letting life pass you by,
And you're waiting for something but there's no reply.
You're stuck figuring out what to do,
They said be happy, be you, be true.
That's the goal, those 3 simple words,
But yet I feel like a limping bird,
Who's legs can't fly being stuck to the ground,
Trying to have my pathways found.
But what if there was no concrete truth,
Should I have cared more in my youth?
Should I just be one with the world,
Start to let myself be unfurled?
I'll take one small step in the wild,
Yet question who really is the child,
Is it the prejudice and fake,
Or is it the one not yet awake?
Working to the bone under capitalism's throne,
No one really tells you what it means to be alone,
But I'd rather be moving than not at all,
For even big dreams still starts small.
About the Creator
Alex A.
I write poetry and blogs about my curiosities in life. Why do we stress? We do we settle for less? Whether it's heartbreak, inspirational writings, I'll just write away~
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