Reminder
There are times you get a moment of profound reflection, you crack open a realisation and resolve that can embed itself in, if not every then most areas of your life. It's not surprising that I'm impartial to poetry, not for its release but its resolve. I don't write much now but when I chanced upon my old rhymes it astounded me that I had already reflected on something I and many others deal with constantly. I read, I thought and the words came alive to remind me that even down to the clothes I wear, the things I feel and the things I do, I should never settle for just breathing! There are too many colours, smells, people and opportunities to just breathe. My 19 year old self just reminded me that before you have to ask when did it happen you should just live! In stylish interpretation don't stick to black try bold red or striking green.
When Did It Happen
When did it happen?
That I became so slight in my own life
That acceptance has taken over my resident passion
That the fight is no longer a battle
But a consistent mental blockage of physical monotony
Feeding flames of normality
That dulls my days and makes my nights darker
Draws shots of routine and pulls my dreams further
When did my seat fall into a crowd and fade with a mass
Not so concerned with change but slightly moved
By the small things like soil and grass
And 'oh' the minimalist tense
With a one day dream of owning a picket fence
But with the added flavour of age and standardised success
A product of simile and not metaphor
Where everyone is 'like' and not 'I AM' no more
See this is when fields of fake persons
Roam the sea of false living
Creating standards of believing
That our goals are all given
By American type dreaming
Only distorted for the benefit to shift and fit
The world in which seats of mass we sit
When given the chance to put this life in perspective
It's as the though the rain serves the purpose
To wash away our souls
In an attempt to unfold
An unhappy adult with an inner child lost
That strips us of being human instead of a human just being
How sad then when I have to question
When did it happen?
When did it happen?
That the mind works against the body
That the enemy is within
And the rationality of thought keeps us from knowing
The freedom that begins
Only with the freedom of mind and the body will follow
A concept so hard for many to swallow
And so 'free me' shouts your eyes from the prison of your mind
Only you don't have to say it because it's shown in the absence of your smile
The spirit that is stress
The fight that is acceptance
The passion that is death
And the life that is expected
Like children without happiness
But with happiness corrected
We continue on a life
Where life is not the direction
For as I'm being human may not the chance be seen
I ask; 'When did it happen, that instead of being human,
I become a human just being?
Me Me
