What Does It Mean? (Minstrel Mondays)

The world is a pain in the ass too often, and for those of us who live outside of the mainstream it can be very trying at times.  That is why so many good people seem to give up; shut off their minds and go with the flow, because it's easy.  Following trends and being "cool" is simple, but thinking for yourself is hard... and for the record "counter-culture" is the new normal, the antithesis of its namesake.  Revel in the irony!

Here's a poem for everyone who isn't "hip," or on the cutting edge of pop culture.

What does it mean

when you see a scene on a picture screen

that reminds you of time you've lost?

Why does it hurt

when you're heart's burnt
and it's blood does spurt

all over the remnants of life?

All I see, I know it well.

I've experienced some and it was swell.

But truth be told, it's all gone to hell

and I don't want to see it any longer.

I want to vanish from the reality of pain

the misery of fame or forgetfulness.

I don't want it to be at all,

I just want to live away.

Never do I want to see

the filthy city streets,

that infamous urban beat.

The sum of things and people

that make me sick, head to feet.

Hide away from human sight

where few can find me, it just seems right.

It just feels so good to be

with only those who care for me.

Leave me alone, world of blunder,

to my peace of mind, because I know it,

and I must not be bothered with pathetic games

that seek to propagate lust and murder.

Let me give you a taste of mind,

the light of truth that anyone can find

if they bother to take the time

to use their brains once in a while.

What does it mean

these things I see, the times I dream?

Is all to be mine eventually,

or will nothing ever come to me at all?