There’s a fading pulse
I’m trying to recall
I can’t quite remember what
Like waking from a dream
Or remembering a program between all the commercials
Perhaps that’s just me
The one the previews make me forget the movie
I wanted to see
I just want to sit still
And listen to the waves crash over me
Not the waves of static and media and opinion
That bombard me daily
But real water. An ocean
Who’s salt can clean these wounds
And the tide can drain all the stress away
But those moments would seem wasted
Amidst the rat race, where we keep chewing our legs off
For all the traps in our midst
And on bloody stumps we scream and cry
Trying to go faster
As the finish line gets further and further away
And we’re lost in this maze
An experiment of the elite
Wondering which way we’ll turn next
When they’ve only left us two directions
I press my hands to my eyes
And breathe through my fingers
Hoping the world will stop spinning
Time will stop moving
I can stop moving
I’m too young to be this tired
I’m too old to be this confused
And I’m used to difficulty in life
I was born poor, with no advantages,
No birth rights, no helping hands upward
While being reminded by friends
From wealthy families, how lucky I am
To be me
I want uncostly quiet and reflection
That doesn’t cost me another work hour
Another pay day
Another way to get myself out of
Where I never thought I would end up
But here I am
Living the dream
Realizing the dream
Wasn’t meant for me
I was meant to believe
So someone else could achieve
And give me hope
Not know hope is a four letter word
That curses the middle classes to always strive uphill
In a mudslide
A torrent
A circumstance most abhorrent
For you’re meant to ignore it
And go on believing
This is how life should be