Poem. What Do They Know

Boy! If even you had the

slightest idea

Of what would have happened

Had you done what

you “thought” you had to do.

Could you imagine

what would have happened?

We Can’t catch up to our

predecessors

Can’t outwit their successors.

Can’t fight the system.

Can’t fight the feelings.

Can’t rise in the mornings.

Can’t sleep in the evenings.

Can’t get angry.

Can’t find who to get angry at.

There are so many people

on this earth

That have not as yet sat down

with themselves to ask why?

Why everything?

Say aloud your sincere answer!

What is it that they know?

That we have not as yet discovered?.

What is it they know,

That we don’t seem to be getting?

Could we not have been born

in their stead?

But that will mess up history.

And the same process

mess up her story

and my story too.

Proving nothing would have

been the same.

Life would not be this great,

but rather a terrible shame.

Bought on by the unfairness

of this perfect life.

That we have somehow

managed to turn into

our own game.

I believe that this life

seems to also be chasing

Some kind of perfection itself.

Not understanding that true

perfection must also

Incorporate that perfect

change.

But change cannot be forever

perfect

While existing only to be conjoined

with that perfection.

This is based on what I know,

Yet still it feels like a shadow.

One that can take any shape,

and use it

Only to hide from itself.

So what do they know?