Instant Everything
INSTANT EVERYTHING
I don't feel sorry for you.
You got what you wanted;
instant food, instant entertainment,
instant relationships, instant sex,
instant babies.
Your life is phony and made up
by unreal people
who can't be moved to feel anything,
but you got what you wanted.
There is no depth to your love,
but it feels so good
even for an instant
though it doesn't last.
Your life makes me empty.
You have scars that no one can see,
but you are so grown up
that you don't feel them.
So it's ok,
because everyone else is doing it.
In the hollows of your mind
there may still be a piece of you
that wants to be real,
but don't worry,
society will wipe
your true feelings away.
By the time you are fifty or sixty,
you won't feel anything at all.
You won't even cry real tears.
You won't even remember
who you were
when you first began.
That isn't important anyway,
because by then you will fit
the recognized social mold of success.
You will have arrived.
Isn't that wonderful?
You will have instant everything
and you won't even have to become
involved.
Janet Marie Bingham
Copyright © Janet Bingham | Year Posted 2018
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