What would the world be like
Without
Any presence of conscience
;
Heartless beings
Plodding around
No purpose
Except survival
;
The rule of
Survival
Of the fittest
Is relevant among
Us beasts with hearts
Yet we romanticize and capitalize
The rules
That we follow
To survive
;
A planet of these 'zombies'
Would serve the purpose
Of the letters 'ay'
In the word
'Okay'
Yet this presence of conscience,
And heart
In this deceptive reality
Of ours
Does keep reminding
Each individual
That a purpose does exist
A purpose to our existence,
Along with our actions
As they all stem from the roots of
A conscience

She doesn't give a ****
So why do I
I shouldn't
Be giving
A **** either
What's done is done
The past
Should be
In the past
But when something is real
When something is so pure
And lovely
And beautiful
How can you ever
Forget about it
You might think it's easy
To get over someone
But what if
You were to see them happy
Every single day
I know I'm being selfish
But how
Do you hide the feelings
That's within
And also
A part
Of your heart

Falling into a
Timeless abyss
While the world
Carries on
As it should
;
Not a care
Or concern
Of anything material
While
Drowning in thoughts
Of
Things
That 'a reasonable person'
Would consider
Unnecessary

Die alone
Born alone
So why
Is everyone obsessed
With a soulmate
You're alone in this world
Family, friends, or acquaintances
Like I said before
You come on your own
And you leave
On your own thrown
;
People everywhere
Looking for their person
But in reality
You are
Your own person
You are what you stand for
Your conscience
Is who you really are
So why
Bank on someone else
;
Have the guts
To admit
That whatever happens
Whether fate or not
Is, to an extent,
A majority extent, that is
Your own
You create the circumstances
Your actions creates the future
;
Don't blame the universe
Or fate
To what happens next
Because even if you do
It's alright
But one must understand
That what's happening to you
Is the end result
Of something
That you have started
;
You're alone in this world
Whether
You like or it not
You might have
A 100 friends on Facebook
You might have
1000 followers on Instagram
You might have
Infinite contacts
On your phone
But what keeps you humble
Is that, you're going to die alone

Your days are numbered
From the moment
You are born
The pressure is upon you
Before you're even conceived
The duties and responsibilities
Are your real birthday gift
And to top it all
Your future
Is decided
For you
;
I'm sorry?
Your argument is that
You couldn't talk when you were born
And that's why you had no say?
Well, you can now
But isn't it still the same?
;
It's all pre-decided
And sadly, not completely
By fate
It's all decided
For you
From before
You never seem to have a say
In what is
and what should never be
;
So, where is the peace?
Where is the freedom?
Who's holding the strings
To the puppet
That is
You
;
Peaceful and free times are non-existant
So go on
And live this controlled life
All while knowing
What's in store
For you've already missed
And not even enjoyed
That one moment
Of freedom
And didn't even know
Back, when you were in utero

Faces
Are what
You see
Everyday
But
Have you ever stopped
To look at them
To analyze then
To understand them
Of course you haven't
Why would you
Why would I
;
But maybe
If you're judging
Or critiquing
Or talking
About someone
Maybe take a look
At their
Face
When they're not really
Paying attention
To maybe understand
Or relate
To what their story is
Because faces tell many stories
And maybe none
But even then
It does maybe
Tell you something
That you might relate to
Faces are complicated
Sometimes not understandable
But they must
Be taken into consideration
If you do have the audacity
To judge a face
That's not
Your own

Perfection only exists
With respect to
Someone's
Perception
Of
Perfection