A World Without Retakes
Location
Regrets and shame
Moments that will never be the same
There is no rewind button
No delete
No fast-forward or a pause
This society breathes and lives through computerized chips surgically dug into our brains
From that moment our eyes are open to the reality of what everyone makes clear is true
All the claims that they’re right and that I’m wrong
From that moment my so comfy bubble was burst into so many pieces…
I couldn’t count
For I was wrong
All my childhood dreams falling farther than anyone’s ever gone
Dug deeper than the deepest most profound spot in this cruel world
Pushing me down to join the rest because where I was, wasn’t normal
I was never classified in that stereotypical mind set
Something people couldn’t understand
Didn’t try to comprehend a different way of thinking
Because a flower is not just “pretty”
A flower is a piece of art handcrafted and perfected by nature
A flower is not just a plant grown from the dirt
A flower is exactly formulated to make this world just a little more beautiful.
A little more durable and just a bit more real
That’s what should be called real!
In this world all you see is fake
Implants are now the solution of not have the perkiest chest or the biggest butt
Every girl is brainwashed in thinking that it’s more essential to have the biggest curves than to have the biggest brain
Every boy is urged to have the biggest muscles because reading is just not cool anymore
Sick and tired of all the judgmental hypocrites who feed off other peoples pain
So tired of the people who complain of not having the newest phones and cars while there are children praying for a simple meal the next day
Instead listening to the newest hits on the radio why not listen to the growling stomachs of the people who have no more strengths to even say a word
Instead of complaining
How about you take a good hard look on how many people dream of having those opportunities
Call it your conscience,
Call it karma,
Call it a blessing or a punishment
Just know there’s always going to be a situation that’s worse
You’re not alone in this world full of hate
But what all those stubborn computerized humans think should have no effect on how you live each day
Every morning is a new page in a book full of memories
No pages can be ripped
No pages can be forged because the truth comes out
No pages can be changed
But a new page can be made
I will believe in a love story even if they say fairytales don’t exist
I will still believe in success even if they say it’s impossible
Who are they to tell me what I can and cannot
Who are they to make decisions on my story
But who would I be if I actually listened
Just another stereotypical computerized human roaming the world looking for the purpose everyone denies.
That.......
would never be me
I hold the pencil to my own story.