Wishful Thinking
Glancing around,
All that I see,
Is 10,000 people,
Nothing like me.
Stuck in a rat race,
With their lofty goals,
Pushing forward,
Ignoring the tolls.
So many victims,
Of their blind trek,
Trampled underfoot,
Left in a wreck.
The sacrificial lambs,
All lead to the slaughter,
Just so they can make,
One more extra dollar.
Am I truly without purpose?
Or do I simply perceive,
The most of the people,
Are completely deceived.
Do you really blame me?
For my paralyzed state,
When every single system,
Seems entirely bait.
How can I exist in a world,
Based in competition,
Where people use people,
Without recognition.
What hope do they have,
To ever be enlightened,
When the bottom line is,
They are all simply frightened.
That they will become the dirt,
Under the shoes,
Of some successful person,
Be someone they used.
We can’t win,
So instead we crawl,
Over the bodies,
Of those who would fall.
How can I exist,
In such a flawed system?
Where so many people,
Are simply a victim.
What hope do we have,
If we continue this tragedy,
Plodding ahead,
Using the same old strategy.
I pray for the day,
That everything changes,
When we move away from the world,
That only estranges.
In my heart of hearts,
I dream of a world,
I can only imagine,
Yet to be unfurled.
One where people can love,
They can cherish and grow,
Without taking from another,
Without someone below.
A world where people,
Uplift one another,
Instead of the typical,
Attempts to smother.
I release this desire,
Into the universe,
In hopes that something,
Will eventually reverse.
That humans will finally,
See their mistakes,
Turn from this path,
And stop being snakes.
Copyright ©
Laura Davies
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