He needed to travel, to be interesting
and when he spoke of his trips
they yawned,
they said, “We weren’t listening.”
Everything he tried to do, folded him into a shoebox
He took pictures
on the beach, with beautiful women
and they said, “Trade-in your truck for a motorcycle,”
and he did.
He got a high-powered job
dealing with dishonest people, for a living
and the hours, stole from him
Many envied his money and position
there was no time for friends
He surrounded himself with people
just like himself
but they didn’t like him
and come to think of it, he didn’t either.
This is a lesson, born in the guts of every man
if you feel your intestines tearing you to shreds
your stomach
tied-up in knots
stop eating
what they feed you
You can have the money
You can have the friends
but “interesting”
is something
that relies
on you knowing
what you want
and it doesn’t care
what other people want—
This, is the great mystery…
when you stop worrying
what they think,
people watch
You have to take risks—and then the attacks will come
and you can’t crawl into your shell
It takes courage, to live the life that you want
let them live in their own hell
while you walk
in a different direction.
To be oneself involves being prepared to turn one’s back on those who desire to force a person to be what they want. A plague on all their houses.
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Hi Simon, I think people in society have lost touch with their own power! Connecting with nature is the key.
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Just finding time to stare at the hills, listen to the wind and watch the patterns it draws in the leaves and grass. The further your gaze, the wider your horizon, the greater your sphere. I think that is saying pretty much the same as your point.
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Well Said!
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I can totally relate to this…
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I’m glad that my poem spoke to you, Nilesh Sharma! 🙂
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