The following poem was written November, 2007:
Breeze through
These particulates;
Obfuscate the mass-
Your system of
Point A’s to Point B’s
Dilutes the gas
Tank. The heart’s
Tangled and soiled,
Soaked in dust-
The mind’s field
Of thoughts,
Rattle in
The half-truths
And mistrust.
I’ve always been one for being oneself, but not in the everyday average way that most people promote. I’ve always been annoyed yet intrigued by what I refer to as “the system”. The system includes a whole list of Point A’s to Point B’s, with little room for deviation. To explain, there’s a path we are expected to follow: Birth, Gradeschool, College, Career (and/or homemaker), Marriage, Kids, Retirement, Death. I understand the birth and death part, but I never understood why we have to follow such a structure. What if college isn’t the best path? What if one doesn’t want to get married? Or have kids? What if one likes his/her job and doesn’t want to retire? Or what if something is done out of order?
By no means, would I want to ditch them all; however, the societal push to pursue this path can be overwhelming at times. It carries on to the point that one’s life can be considered (to some) meaningless or wasted without getting married, having kids, having a proper career, etc. This system isn’t always pushed publicly, but it’s always in place. When the government pushes family-related agendas, it may annoy me only if I’m getting fucked because I choose not to get married or have kids at this time (or maybe never).
I have written many poems to the effect since I was 15. Honestly, those suck for the most part. This is one of my most recent ones.
