In
my life (self and interactions with others), different people live their lives
in different ways. There are those that want one thing because they are trying
to escape their reality but there is always something else; a new harsh reality
that they need to escape from. In its dysfunctional way, they still have the hope
that there is one illusion that will eventually do the trick; show them the
light at the end of the tunnel.
There
are those that decide to fight what they have been presented and instead end up
setting worse events in motion, their good intentions, determination, hard work
all mean nothing at this point. They end up in a place where they despise the
person that they are and never see the light again.
There
are those that have seen others try to fight reality and have suffered gravely
so they choose to live on as though nothing was wrong, as though their life is
what they always wanted, as though they found their crème de la crème; and it might take a while, forever even but they
begin to believe that they have found that sought after light.
Waking
up only to day dream through the day
What
then is the point?
Laughing
so loud only to dull out the pain
Who
then is the fool?
Eating
so much only to forge happiness
Why
then even bother?
Dreaming
so big only to escape reality
Is
there then any living?
Fighting
the monster within only to fit in
Why
then the denial?
Telling
lies only to protect others
Who
then pays the price?
Sleeping
only to escape reality
Why
then if the pain remains?
Running
away to find worse problems
How
then is that justified?
A
reality so painful that sleep is always on the mind
The
nightmares that dominate the slumber land.
The
need to escape this reality becomes an obsession
Like
all obsessions, it burns at its host
The
solution then becomes the birth of more problems
Whether
they are similar to the earlier ones is a technicality
Only
a matter of time before the unappealing habits takes over
Then
it’s back to the drawing board.
This
is the life that has been handed out
If
it were meant to be more/ better
That
would not be the case
Or
so I believe and I couldn’t be wrong
The
pain is a sign of how things were intended
To
try and fight it is a fool’s errand.
At
least there are others that suffer the same fate
May
be in the previous/ next life it was different
This
must be a kind of sonko arrangement
Everyone
gets their turn
So
be a good fellow and wait yours.