You just don't get it
You're so caught up in your little world
This whole minute life you've created
It matters so much to you
The needs of society,
This social norm you follow
You've gotten so caught up in their train
In their "follow the leader", "Simon says" business
You've forgotten individuality
Identifying one's own passion and following it with all your heart, no matter the consequence
But no, you've fallen into the trap
You've forgotten how to breathe
The smoke has filled your lungs  
And you can't get out of their grasp
the grasp of
Their "selfie" world
Where movement is constant
And you never seem to pause nor ponder at yourself anymore
You keep moving, moving, moving,
Never listening, never growing
So caught up in this money game, in chasing your Piggy bank, your best friend and only companion
You don't care that your soul is dead as you do the "well-paying" job...
Your parents picked it out just for you
You don't care
That you've planned his life so perfectly
It's so well thought out... what could go wrong?
And if those doe eyes dare to mention something else... perhaps something abstract

You'll crush him like a flower
It was unexpected,
And he was so unknowing of your hatred of his bewildered mind
And dream so big
Too big
That he
listens
to your morbid, monotonous,nonchalant talk of
Money, of dreaming unwisely
His broken daisy even forgives
He gives off the purest scent
A Fragrance of forgiveness
Or a fragrance
Of falling into the
Trap
And wilting
As he and you live your last days
Of regret.
Pleading to
Tell them this epiphany, but it's too late
You've already set the game
And it's now theirs to play,
To either unravel your story
Or rip out your perfectly planned pages
And paint.