L I V I N G T H E D R E A M

For so long I've watched humans stumble and fall, beg and crawl, I've seen them risk it all just to lose it all, frivolously throwing opportunities away. I've seen their lust for blood; they leech onto you, and for however long they hold, they mold you, scold you, shape you to their fancy and control you, and when their through with you, you’re thrown away, discarded, let go, as if you were never anything in their pocket book show. Just let it go, you tell yourself…and yes, karma’s a bitch, but shes also a beautiful blessing. Shes almost as close as you can get to a birthday wish, just almost though; because at any point in time she’ll up and leave you, like a ghost in the wind. This road you travel, the paths you follow, make you who you are. The very grounds you tread upon, once lost to a Kingdom that was not our own has forever been scared, weathered and seasoned to fill up your jars; look at you and your fucking glasses. Not the kind you see with [deceive with] but the kind you drink with [believe with]. So eager to fill the glass; is it half-full or half-empty? What you've yet to understand is that it does not matter if the glass is half-full or half-empty, hell, it could be fucking overflowing at the rim, or as desolate as an empty fishbowl; with no water or corals to swim, let alone no fish or friends. Nothing but air and salt, and the suffering within. The point is you’re all “Living the American Dream.” Oh how fortunate you are that wherever you live resources are available. How nice it must be to have such commodities, there are many humans on this planet, Earth, who will never see a glass, let alone a fishbowl, because they will expire before we can reach them. Even with open hands we somehow find a way to elude and exclude them from privileges given to them before they even knew it was a birth right to begin with.