I am no consumer.
I can almost count the articles of clothing I have on each hand.
I bought a TV but,
that was simply for experience.
So I don't have to leave my bed.
So I don't have to exist within over stimulation.
I sometimes wonder,
where should I stand?
As I go to work,
existing tethered to this routine,
I think I should simply drive away,
never to be seen.
Never to exist as this working being.
One sinks into this life,
and thinks of it as right.
For,
most see it as,
what everyone's life is like.
But,
why?
Why exist as this societal cog?
This individual absent self,
simply a need to be more of a societal form?
To be an entity merely producing,
never to produce what you actually are?
Some say tough times are on the horizon.
That this life humans have created will,
disintegrate entirely.
That these human's will,
will break,
exposing the true nature of such a society.
That as quick as an eye blink,
life as you know it,
will no longer be.
I sometimes dive into such pessimistic thoughts.
I allow it to wash away,
thoughts tomorrow brings.
To wash away any notion,
that tomorrow knows my name.
That it is somehow promised to me.
That it shall always be.
One is so steady.
So firm on their convictions.
So tethered to their path,
gripping tightly to their mission.
And,
here i stand with none.
Not even the slightest hint,
of a mission nor conviction,
I simply exist.
©lamarcus12
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