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Deeper Perspectives

by RyanHolden

Currently we judge, Looking at angles to win Just to please your own mind. We throw insults and we fight, We ignite fuel to our fingers Tapping away like it's a race for popularity. The world spins and spins, Yet nothing really changes Because we just keep spinning. But it's as if we have weaved Ourselves into a ditch of Despairing linear paths. As we watch, we listen, we observe And try to become something else, Something we're not supposed to be. Just to let everyone know That you watch the same things, That you do the same things. But then after it all we realise As we grow older and as we mature, We merely did nothing for ourselves. We just followed the same road, We followed the same destiny And we lose ourselves in our journey. At the end of it all we start to notice We have taken the wrong path, And the other roads are too far away. So we turn into the side-roads, Which lead to nothing but plagued floors Broken doors and empty souls. Mobiles have taken love out of sex, Generations have missed out How it feels to actually be connected. You make love and your phone rings, People stop to answer like your moments Aren't precious enough with loved ones. We eat meals at restaurants With our families and friends, All I see is arched necks and fiery fingers. I wish I was in a time when we spoke To one another about our days, Not about a video that has gone viral. I wish that as I grow and my children Will walk amongst the earth I have, It won't suck them into inevitable fates. I don't want them to be another White sheep hopping the same fence, Like the rest of this miserable world. Systems have taken individualism Out of individuals and get labelled weird, They give us titles like "OCD, ADHD". I'm not either, and I don't actually have A label to my name, yet I feel I should I feel why shouldn't I? After all I like to think different, I like to think one day we will see The clear glass in front of us. But most of all, I truly hope one day, We can become a better world Instead of repetition in characters.
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RyanHolden
26 / M / Middlesbrough - England
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Written by
RyanHolden
26 / M / Middlesbrough - England
Published
Jul 23, 2017
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Just some quick thoughts I had on my brain. But this type of thing doesn't get spoken about enough. This may "offend" some, but I only speak in truths. My heart can only love so much until it gets stretched beyond its limit.

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