After All

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All around me, great achievements, pretty faces, happy people.

All around me, dirty commitments, rumbling stomachs, humans dying.

Through the thin walls that enounce happiness,

Materialism and jealousy absorb the feeble creature

That once was defined by character, now by possessions.

To trade the sun and the joy of living,

For a grey walled, safe, cool building is a big choice.

A choice between joy and safety,

Risk and safe survival,

Nothing and even less.

When I ask myself if this is what I really need,

A voice yells, “Is this what you really want?”

How can you tell yourself that you need to conform, if your heart is not convinced.

But watch me take this hollow path, fall into debt, convince myself that the real reason I am Doing this is to make this world a better place.

Watch me, as I slowly fall into desperation, into sour, void depression,

Into a state that so many people already reside in.

It is in my genes after all.

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