17

This is the second poem I ever wrote. It's long but speed will do that....

The Dreams you sit and weave
For a life to stand and be
Is a thoroughly thought out controlled systematic bag and tag operation
Run by the corporation
Sold to you by the public office
Protected by political deceiving
Religious meaning
Media distraction
And military contraptions
Soft Grammar, crooked smiles and a cold touch
Pre assembled, packaged and delivered with a pretty blue bow
Sold to you at the low price of the horse you rode in on
Stuck on the side of the road
Stuck on a never ending conflicting gut feeling somethings gone missing
It's your self worth
It's the sparkle in your eye
It's the child inside
You want to be happy, young and free
Good times to stay
Stress fade away
But the bills are late
Food isn't great
Worried about a date
So you take the bait
Down for the count
Filled with doubt
Consumed by hate
It turns to tears
Surrounded by fears
The pain runs down your neck
To the toes
Up the head
And Through your bones
That's the real world
They'll tell you so
Making you peal away layers of the soul
Your emotions twisted
The pressure grows
It comes at a price submitting your soul
The separation of the natural world
Feeling low
Light in the distance
Small glow
Designs of a better life
You picture it there
Feels right
Only to be reminded by the physical tension and mental friction
You drop to the ground
An understanding refuses to be found
It feels all to real
Why me you ask
And without hesitation
You grab a bottle
Open wide and start to swallow
You start to feel again
You start to depend on the alcohol's bend
You start the cycle
The act of preparation
For intoxication
To the demonstration
Of a smile