The Thought of Thinkers
Don't think about it
I tread on the endless search
of the forbidden question why?
Infinite answers no right or wrong
and yet, the thoughts rudely pass by
This cannot be the reason I'm here
should my purpose truly be
to figure out the answer
everybody seems to need?
Why am I the only curious one
While others follow along
Sometimes I wonder if they're real
Am I right or am I wrong
Because this isn't like a fairytale
This life is not a dream
We think if we do what we're told
and drift silently down the stream
Then everything will be alright
and we'll finally reign supreme
How can we be so blind
Idiotically waiting for what it'll bring
We're controlled and owned possessions
We're the puppets on the string
So, yes, forever I will question
what made this come to be
and why do I get the feeling
everybody's watching me?
About the Creator
Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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The paranoia here was so intense. Loved your poem!