Monochromatic Lies while Technicolor Tries
Life keeps piling up.
Nothing seems enough.
They build you up,
And raze you to the ground.
Never enough kind words,
To make a day, to help find a way.
Not enough silence,
To hear yourself scream and shout,
At the injustice of it all.
The voices and noises,
Of all those around,
The most important voice and sound
of them all.
The one that lies within.
In all this confusion,
In this ever growing haze,
In this deafening din,
Filled with chants in the guise of advice,
Telling you how to live your life,
You’ve lost all evidence,
Every single trace,
And have become yet another countless face,
That’s lost the way.
Forgotten the promises,
You made to yourself along the way,
Of never compromising,
Never relinquishing control.
All you remember,
Are the harsh words, the scoffing,
All the days and ways
Your dreams were scoffed at,
And mercilessly squashed,
Your morale crushed beyond recognition,
You relented…you don’t know how or when,
But, you let them naysayers win.
And now every day is just another mundane one,
A scheduled day of activity and events,
A routine, a cycle,
With no room for spontaneity,
No spark of ingenuity or creativity fueled within.
All is not lost though,
You still feel it within,
You hear it calling, deep within.
Faint as it might be, it’s no hallucination.
Don’t lose your grip,
To your individuality.
In this world of bots and followers,
Don’t forget you can break free.
Let the haters and beraters unleash,
The bitterness that lies within.
You were built to withstand them all,
You were made to be better.
Hold on to that voice deep within,
That you hear ever so faintly,
Ever so often,
Because you have a mark to make,
A few lives to change,
And a legacy to leave behind,
For some to envy
And for others to follow.