Wake Up
My fear is no struggle
A life of comfort and ease
We begin to lose all perspective
Good intentions – we’re creating a malignant disease
In this new world of abundance
Stress consumes our days and nights
No meaning to our existence - our future
Tragically lost – we’re losing modernity’s fight
We’re apathetic with no hunger
Our self-pity can’t be denied
Content with our arrogance and ignorance
No awareness of the emptiness inside
The goal - fame and fortune
Dying to have our story told
However; it’s just an empty presentation
It’s the Faustian selling of our soul
So we present a beautiful image
Write a cute little quote
We vociferously display our misfortunes
Any attention gives us hope
We reward bad behavior
We enable the weak
Misguided altruistic behavior
Humanity - looks extremely bleak
The wise must speak up
Regardless of ridicule or fears
The medicine may be bitter
But it’s the path to drying all of our tears
So stand up for the truth
Fight the emotional battle inside
With responsibility, gratitude, and virtue
Humanity grows - and we begin to flourish in our lives
Our past history is now the present
Mindfulness - the moment is right here
Do the right thing – be strong
Before we naively disappear
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