lost

All of us are in a constant chase to create the unique us, however all we talk each day is how i can be what my competition is or how i can be how some rich/beautiful/intelligent person is...Why are we such hypocrites. We have an identity of our own and we then try to cover it up with lots of societal BS....Why why

Society on the whole is so judgmental. It starts right from your infant days...Your parents, then your teachers, they the worst of all the corporate world.

And then we preach to be unique..............I sometimes envy the wild...They are free........Living their lives of instincts...Chasing what they feel that day....They may live a short life or a life less worthwhile according to us but hey they live what they want to live

I Wrote A Song

A little boy
He wrote A Song
A little boy
Who Never Sung

A little boy
He never said
To anyone
What He wrote & felt

A little boy
How he could explain
If He sung that song
He would die instant

That little boy
He wrote that song
to live instead

The Pain was strong
He could not bear
He had to write
and never try

If he sung that song
The pain would grow
If he sung that song
He would be no more

That little boy
Kept writing
He was so happy
He started to sing

Oh My God
He never knew
The Pain of Words
That killed him there

His eyes open & body dead
He watched from above
& he SUNG HIS SONG