Inspired by obnoxious roommates, mass hysteria over a dead singer, and life in general. |
I'm losing my capacity to care. This change is welcome. I'm no longer ailed By someone's loud mouth or their glare. I used to argue but that too has failed Against the minds that are forever closed, The minds that could be bright but which, instead, Are stuck in mediocrity - opposed To new ideas, and their lives are led From step to step, with little in between, So pacified by sweeteners and drugs They care for some dead singer, for a queen And flee reality - with all their witty mugs, Their rubber wristbands showing they support Some noble cause - whichever is the fad, When ego-boosting turns into a sport, Where everyone's a champion, and yet Behind those shiny, artificial smiles They hide their insecurities and fears And the charade goes on. The latest styles Are strictly followed, so they pierce their ears, Get tribal symbols inked into their skin, And seek new methods to indulge the flesh, Neglecting to improve the mind within. In such a world, where my ideals clash With brave new standards of this way of life, I'm giving up. I quit. I care no more. Feel free to keep on buzzing in your hive While I am off to study and explore. |