One foot over the other

One foot over the other is the mantra life whispers in my ear.

This world doesn’t seem as free as I once viewed it in my younger years.

Life is an invisible barrier that cages us in without our acknowledge.

The shackles of responsibility and adulthood slows me down.

Society is like a maser we have to please and obey.

Disobey and you will be punished by ridicule and shame.

As I sit on a park bench observing the children play I wonder

Why are we obsessed with the materialistic items?

I find it interesting how society’s ways have embedded so deep in our minds that we rather sacrifice the essential items for the inconvenient ones.

They say the old ways are of the past we don’t look back on

Yet the old world is much more appealing to live in than the modern one.

In a day of simplicity and innocence.

So as I sit on this hard metal bench inhaling the sweet poison of my cigarette

I reminisce about the old world, my imagination drifting off to a simple world.

Because in the end that’s all I have to keep me together

I refuse to let the weight crush me down and become a bitter adult like everyone else around me.

One foot over the other, that’s all I can do.