I've become this
plain Jane person
Melted into a crowd of
lost souls
Drained from passions, dreams,
& individuality
A subject of America
land of the free
Home of the NAIVE
to think this is "living"
to waste 100 years
never "living"
for objects, &
replaceable trinkets
Not seeing the uncreated
memories & unbiased truth
what it is to me was
more than a nine to 5
but instead I am stagnant
glazed into the layers
upon layers of white
coffee mugs & ceramic
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
I've become this
plain Jane person
Melted into a crowd of
lost souls
Drained from passions, dreams,
& individuality
A subject of America
land of the free
Home of the NAIVE
to think this is "living"
to waste 100 years
never "living"
for objects, &
replaceable trinkets
Not seeing the uncreated
memories & unbiased truth
what it is to me was
more than a nine to 5
but instead I am stagnant
glazed into the layers
upon layers of white
coffee mugs & ceramic
This is a poem I found from when I was in high school - I never finished it but it's interesting to read now...
