Oct 2012
"Slow down", she said.
"We're all just so restless,
We can't seem to sit still.
Moving too fast...
Just to throw it all away."
No one seems to think
for themselves anymore.
Bound ever so tightly
to the crowd.
Oblivious to the weight
that's dragging them down.
The best of intentions
are rotted away in the end.
Lamenting poor decisions,
and the way time was spent.
We're just fading away.
Believing in the mainstream.
Fading away...
Nothing's what it may seem.
How we crush our emotions,
until we are numb to the core.
Sedating ourselves,
always wanting "something more".
"We're all just so restless,
We can't seem to sit still.
Moving too fast...
Just to throw it all away."
No one seems to think
for themselves anymore.
Bound ever so tightly
to the crowd.
Oblivious to the weight
that's dragging them down.
The best of intentions
are rotted away in the end.
Lamenting poor decisions,
and the way time was spent.
We're just fading away.
Believing in the mainstream.
Fading away...
Nothing's what it may seem.
How we crush our emotions,
until we are numb to the core.
Sedating ourselves,
always wanting "something more".
Observing the people around me, and differences that divide us and bring us together at the same time. Feeling a constant state of paranoia. It took me all week to write this (mostly because I've been writing while at work). But I think this describes what I've been feeling perfectly. Also, if there are any suggestions for a title please feel free to comment. :)
Written by
Angel Ann Fulford
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