Drones To the Day To Day

A world in which we let ourselves get lost in, is one Stripping purity away layer by layer, it is one we do not notice Until we realize who and what we were is a product of past Dreams and wishes. We let ourselves get turned into drones In order to pay our bills which Is normally stacked upon by Greed and self loathing, trying to improve yourself to the Medias standards by stacking falseities causing you to Drain what made you you, into something so fake that You cant even tell its not you. We are told to vote for our Next puppet to lead us, distracting the simple for upwards Of 4 years into thinking they are making a difference by Focusing on everything except ones self and their neighbours. We are lost. Including Myself, wasting days and days upon social media reading The same story of depression just with different names On a day to day. Murder here murder there, while we turn A blind eye to everyday enlightenment that constantly Throws itself at us. This poem may not take the form of a rhyme But its something on my mind all the time, so ill use this canvas To alleviate the mind of a simpleton trying to remain pure In this world of glass houses which we constantly cast stones Upon. The sad part is, almost no one will notice until We cast the last stone at the final glass wall and it comes shattering Down with a generation of hate and discrimination. I will not quit, I will try my hardest to become enlightened And proceed onwards to enlighten. I will try my best to not Waste each and every non guaranteed day. I will use these days As a tool of attaining knowledge, and I refuse to fall Into this day to day drone creating system. I am me. I am different. I will be enlightened. -The Downed Jester