The company could be better
Feelings of déjà vu, change the record
Wanna have freedom, feel like the selector
First class, get ready for lift off
On a private jet or even concord
Got me in thinking mode
Just needed little minds to get back writing in code
It aint for everyone
I cannot make you think
Can be the lighthouse
Light your way so that you don’t sink
It’s doing my head in, get me out of here
Holding myself back
Is the more you know the more you fear?
Why must I become an island, in order to see things righteously?
I don’t want to face it alone, I need you constantly
This is how I need to feel in order to stop procrastinating
Is this who I need to be in order to eat that frog & stop contemplating?
What is the hold up, why am I still waiting?
Is my mind under a hold up, on freeze?
I don’t understand this creativity I’m wasting!
So close I can almost taste it
Prioritize better before I end up wasted
Not like a bin man not as long as I have a master plan
Not in this lifetime, I can be greater than this job, feeling like a postman
But I lack delivery which simply ends in misery.
Time to make an imprint, matter to professionals
Time to follow instinct, expose my credentials.
Time goes by, there’s not a moment to waste
Combination of all my talents, create a better paste.
Time to make my big move; it’s my life on the line
Figure out what I’m supposed to do
Without getting caught up in the life of crime
The life always appears attractive in this stressful life, believe me it does
Always seeking for an easy way to escape
With crime it never shows face, never takes shape
Is fear really a gift or a curse?
Want an answer? You better reach into your purse
It’s true, the more you know
The more you’re shook
Juts swing with a left hook
As a child I was completely fearless
Couldn’t stay still for long, constantly restless
As a child I was completely careless
But I had enough sense & awareness
- Author: CJ Tones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2011 13:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Very interesting philosophic contemplation....childhood's carefree, reckless ignorance recalled as hemmed in by peer pressure, the speaker desires to rise above the common rabble at last. Alone he thinks more clearly, the first stanza creating the sensation of being at a party and realizing it is killing you with its inanity(?). Beautiful.
Thank you! Still trying to rise above it all. The first stanza is more about the company I sometimes keep (associates/mates), the ones that hold my mind back. Your comments are always helpful.
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