What We Surely Feel
We are but lost philosophers
Bellowing our harsh minds loudly
as our heavy hearts descends quickly
into the feral quicksands of time
We feel everything but content
For what is content without pleasure?
When our pleasure, once fueled
by our diligent hearts, is now gone
Of course we smile
Of course we laugh
Of course we breathe
Of course we blend
This often coined societal concoction
is faulty, for we see our selves as the ice
Caught in what seems too perfect for us
We couldn't fully adjust, nor blend in
We finally accepted it
We finally move away
Allegiance, Standards,and Expectations
that we do not see for ourselves
The winds of the free-spirit
and the tidal waves of life
sails wide open, will propel
us forward into a journey worth taking
This poem is about:
Me