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?

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