My dad just got back from a 3rd world country and he says "people are just happy to be alive and walking around and loving life, really happy people, but extremely poor and living in terrible conditions. Then I come back to America, and see people bitching about their job, their life, ect."
So.. I just felt like writing something.. I've never really written a poem (more like a free verse) before but this is just some stuff that's been on my mind lately. Hope you enjoy.
We're all part of a man made world.
Man made economy,
Man made reality pulled over our eyes,
Man's routine life
What's that they tell me, oh yes..
'The Real World'
What is the real world?
A 9-5 repetive life they tell me,
Sitting in that metal box, inching your way to work
That, is the 'Real World'
If someone attempts to step out, to be different,
They are told and forced back into this so called reality.
However, what is reality?
Reality is the state of things as they actually exist,
rather than as they may appear or may be thought to be.
Why do we still blind ourselves from reality then?
Important things in life should not be money, greed, nor jobs.
Live the real reality, with your own standards,
not your mothers,
not even grandparents,
don't live by society's standards of reality.
Live by Your Own.