Poems Writings

pretending to be happy

“There is no better high than discovery.”
― E. O. Wilson

walking down this street

that is flooded by the stench

of the sense evaporating from souls

 

i wonder

is this all there is to life ?

 

oblivious slavery

to the corporate ghouls

married to

choosing a poison on the weekend

 

how are we going to connect

with our minds soaking in meaningless nine to fives

and in numbing drinks

 

where did sobriety get lost ?

 

somewhere between strong egos

and fragile lies

 

 

 

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13 Comments

  1. Deep stuff, but rings very true? where did sobriety go??

    1. it’s getting harder and harder to find it

  2. Excellent! I really liked this thought provoking poem 🙂

    1. thank you x

    1. Meaning, of course, my mood lol

  3. very soul searching, a quest we are on alone but surrounded by activity. you will know when to release and be free of convention. we have free will

    1. very true, thanks for stopping by x

  4. Hi, I’ve nominated you for a Sunshine Bloggers Award. ☺️ https://cosycottageandthequestforthegoodlife.wordpress.com/

    1. I’m very grateful, thank you x

      1. You’re welcome 🙂

  5. beautiful words to describe a sad state of affairs. It’s heart breaking to watch us as a culture indulge in various addictions…

    1. indeed, but there is always hope for change, maybe we can be the catalyst!

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