Perception
Tired of all the takers always finding myself surrounded by losers.
Wondering if there are any givers left in this fictional society
we have built ourselves?
Spending too much time reflecting on the limited sight of minds continuously immersed in dribble, gossip, humdrum activities, fanatical escapades, unnecessary violence, politics, reform, and ideology.
Minds that fail to consider the foundation and that everything in their worlds is based on someone else's idea of what should, or should not be.
Not realizing that society is a fantasy that has stagnated and is,
in essence, a fantasy world.
Not changing perspective to rise above the perceived
instead complaining about the mundane.
Yesterday's fiction is today's reality and tomorrow's history to be dissected, picked apart, rationalized and set aside with no real resolution,
answer or insight.
Maybe I am a fixer in need of fixing,
or maybe that's just your perception of me.
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