A country road leads to a home.
Beyond rows of trees,
you find a place to hide,
and yet people always seem to be hiding in a place
where they can be found.
Where can one go to never be discovered?
One may wonder if such a place exists.
If it does, how does one get there?
Is death the only path, or can other ways be made.
Can a person scream and not be heard.
Years may pass, but the only constant
is the endless denial of the end.
There will always be nothing in the end.
Blank.
Then again,
a blank canvas is exactly what so many artists look for,
right?
What many broken people look for to make a new start?
A blank page is a new story waiting to be written,
a life waiting to be lived,
and a masterpiece waiting to be crafted.
Art is a whole other story,
for every stoke creates one piece of something
that has never been made before,
no matter how detailed one can replicate,
each is new,
as each person is a new.
These are all pretty random thoughts;
put together using words,
sentences, paragraphs,
whatever you want to call it.
In reality, everything we know is made by people.
This is because, even things made by God,
were polluted by people.
Who knows if God wanted the sky named โsky.โ
In reality, nothing is reality,
itโs all a concept.
And not all of these ideas can be written.
Everything seems dumb down to what we,
who we consider the most advanced species,
can understand.
To me,
it seems many animals can get by with
just knowing that when it is dark they sleep,
and when it is light they get up.
Anyway,
my point is that if,
humans can turn beauty into false concepts,
people are too a false concept.
Who are humans;
some say we are ****-sapiens.
I say we are beings,
all trying to find a purpose in a broken society,
broken by us.
Why is that in an attempt to educate our young,
we stress them out past levels of asylums just a century ago.
I donโt see what the point of creating a world where people are unhappy is.
And then, they don't allow for an escape from it.
Their personal sad and insanity entertainment.
Our only escape is death,
and suicide is looked down upon.
What does society expect us to do?
Talk to other people,
the root cause of the worldโs negatives.
When I say it would be easier to die, itโs the truth.
Death is the easy way out,
and yet why does it feel so hard?
I know it's long, I apologize.
