Life can be trying at times, and I have been feeling melancholy as of late. There is a longing in me, to be something more, but I'm not sure there's any way to do it. This world can seem very small, and I wonder when we'll stop standing still in the grand universal scheme of things.
This poem reflects a lot of those feelings.
If I had a new dream
It would be of a better life
Where there was meaning
To everyone's plight.
To work this land
You get blisters on your hands
And weathered skin upon
Your tired brow.
But beyond that horizon
Everyone sees the gold
It waits for those who serve
And do what they're told.
That's what they've said
Since the dawn of eternity
To satisfy the masses
Who are tired of being free.
But there is something more
A better life outside that door
Yet we're headed for the window
Because it's clear, even closed.
To open the door
It would take too much effort
So we smack flat
Against panes of transparent glass
That'll never break.
We can see what's beyond
Yet it eludes our capture.
Nobody knows how to venture
Beyond the prison of time.
Who will be the first
To venture outside
And find the wealth
That lurks in plain sight?
Interesting poem! It's sad how many people miss out on life because they're too preoccupied with conforming.
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