a poem i wrote in a grim mood.. but still proud :P

[psijuannn]

From the moment of conception
Our eyes have turned brave
To how our own perception
Is so much a charade
We find scapegoats to our problems
We tune to the easiest path
But we cannot live much longer
Oblivious to the aftermath
Our horizons are kept to simple hold
We blind ourselves from fate
We put ourselves before the herd
Our only reward to mate
The complexity of our humane
Of high rises, pollution and bribes
Is an unbearable odium
To our ancient, noble tribes.
I wish for greater conscious
And we must not refrain
For the truth now remains so clear;
Our world we can no longer sustain.

 

[psijuannn]

Teachers didn't like this when i handed it in at yr10.
They said to me. "It's all in the income, boy. Look around you.
All love ends, often in ugly ways. All happyness is balanced with grief. Scientists say there is no heaven, no afterlife of opiate bliss. All we have today is money."
"And what about the future," I say.
"Who gives a fuck about the children? Nobody. Just get your mansion and smile" They say.
I'm on the way now

I've begun IT.