I walk this Earth as billions have before.
Never thinking once that I could do much more,
Than the things that I desire and adore.
More and more the thoughts corrode my brain core.
Until choice, freedom, and happiness is unattainable.
The good feelings I used to have became unexplainable.
I barely remember when I was truly happy, the picture is unframable.
This change is welcome however the pain is undetainable.
The cemetary I buried my past in is locked up and lost.
I see the world for what it is, but is bliss a fair cost?
Of course the latter comes with ignorance, reality lost.
Seeing through the true eye brings insanity, like Faust.
Day after day, the replay is played through in the exact way.
Everything the same, never spontaneous, persay.
In this rut I sit, spitting sour grits of wey.
The unpleasant taste will never go away.
I cope with it as well as one can when most everyone else can not.
They stick with the logic that makes me vomit, and them get shot.
Shallowness, greed, and conformity are the downfalls, you think not?
Perhaps the point of this poem is taught to your feeble mind not.
Danny Wharton
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on Sacrifice for Real