Below is an interesting poetic piece I came across which is both thought provoking and true. It is these very questions that we all have as human beings, an innate urge to find out what our true purpose is. The truth is everywhere around us, if only we can open our eyes and see. Though, to be cured from this blindness we suffer from, our hearts and minds need to be opened first.
“You see, what a life, what a life!
The first period of our life is ignorance
So, I guess we have an excuse to live day by day with no purpose
But surely with age comes intelligence
So, we should reach a stage where we find reason for our existence
As youth, the world was a playground, we’re just tryna have fun
As adults, the world turns to trade and pounds, we’re just tryna earn funds
Victims of our environment, enemies of our government filled with hate and no hope
And those in the states- they can’t cope when those across the road have got loads
The only thing in common is the goals, happiness, everyone just wants to be happy
Living this lifestyle of luxury
But does materials equal success? is she getting the peace from these new shoes and a dress?
And does he really feel complete with a new car and a Rolex?
Or are we searching for happiness in the wrong places?
Instead of looking at hearts were looking at faces
Victims of ignorance, slaves of our desires
We wanna end this world with a smile on our face but don’t live the life that’s required
Are we people of different standards, classes or nations? or are we humble, equal people, children of Adam?
Do you shake the owner of the restaurants hand with the same hand you shake the hand of the man that’s attending the toilets?
Or do you look down on those below you because they got less?
We’re hopeless if we don’t start thinking outside the box
And the one who created this world really deserves a lot
You see we praise the mind that invented the aeroplane
But we forget about the mind that invented the mind
And in time we shall know the truth
And we praise the people that stood for something, that fought for freedom …we love those people
Well if we love those people, why do we still live like animals?
Working all week so we can party on the weekend, working all winter so we can party all summer?
The cycle goes round and round and round but the clocks ticking down and down and down
One can only go round the same roundabout for so long
There comes a stage where you have to choose your exit and find your way home
You see we’re attracted to the wrong things and we cry about the trouble it brings
The more people you make happy the happier you will be
If that’s the case why do we only care about we? “