Someone told me that I am the same as I was a year and a half ago.
   Am I that plain?
Science says that my skin is completely new every 27 days.
   I have to wonder, does my brain do that too?
And if so, why don't I?

Great men used to walk this earth.
Taking strides with their wide girths, they were willing to loose everything to save the world.
But as time passed, so did they.

Leaving it to the history books to say what legacy they left behind.
Whether or not they were good men is what we're taught,

But  nothing on what they actually said
And nothing to tell us where they were heading
Except for where we are.

Can you imagine if we were the people of the past?

No one says anything important anymore.
The human race wouldn't last for sure;

With out our iPhones and iPads.
Without someone telling us what to do, we wouldn't do anything.

We used to spend our days using what we had.
We had two sticks and made something thing incredible.

We used our innovations to create something edible,
Because we were so invested in each other.

Finally though our own decendents became dependant on the things that other people grow,
But we still can't feed the world.

We should be able to save the world.





Without the people of the past, we wouldn't have what we do now.

But, they say, laziness breeds innovation.

If you ask me how I am doing
I will always reply,
"I am tired".
Every breath I take wastes the energy
I don't have.

I wake up in the mornings
With imaginary chains pulling me down
Into a comfortable wave of blankets,
Demanding I stay for a little while longer.

My eyelids don't get any heavier,
They get lonely.

They spend their nights kissing my cheeks,
And during the days they only get swift visits.

So I stay in my bed as long as I can to make them happy.
As the world goes on,
And I am here,
We seem to forget about each other,
And that makes me happy.

The anxiety they give me is being washed away
By the softness that surrounds me,
And I am not tired.

I am not wasting my energy on
Fake smiles,
Or talking
To people who don't know what is actually going on in my mind.

I stay in bed as long I can.
I was lonely anyways,
Atleast this way I can insure
A part of me
Would never be.

Staying  stagnant ruins laundry,
and lives.
Being set in stone skewed the visions and values of our own children,
And crushed the hopes they insured.
Stillness can destroy a country;
Or a world.

This stagnancy,
Held leaders captive just long enough to be too late,
This stillness took the past and murdered our future,

Giving us no chance to move on.

The past protested but was silenced by the overwhelming percent of people who
Just didn't care.
Politics and hypocrisy went hand and hand
and grew together.

1% pushed the dreamers down while only .5% of the population of humanity
called them out,
while 98.5% of people tried to ignore it.

The future is screaming for peace.
Dreams were killed,
Values were skewed,
And there was no hope to be felt.

The future is screaming for peace,
But it was already too late.

Suffocation ; family, friends, work, school, work some more
Just to be thrown out the door upon my return because
I don't fit in.

Everyone has something that defines their life, their choices, and their sins.
That smothering factor that plays into every second.

Something's sometimes affect little things,
But I assure you that nothing will never affect anything.

So instead of sitting around,
Being suffocated by your fears;
Face them.

Only you make your choices.
Only you can effect you.

It seems like so much is made from masks.
From the propaganda we breathe, to the people around us;
Everything is made from plastic that makes our lives easier to stand.

We don't realize our liberties are being taken away,
what's with all the fuss about the next big thing
if we can't even safeguard our future?

I saw my toes the other day.
I hadn't looked at them for months.
Indeed, they might have passed away.
And yet they were my best friends once.
When I was small, I knew them well.
I counted on them up to ten
And put them in my mouth to tell
The larger from the lesser. Then
I loved them better than my ears,
My elbows, adenoids, and heart.
But with the swelling of the years
We drifted, toes and I, apart.
Now, gnarled and pale, each said, j'accuse!--
I hid them quickly in my shoes.