a day ago I heard a voice utter the words
"we live to work when we should work to live."
ten words, thirty-four letters, juxtaposition holding them together, syntax working with the purpose of knowledge to give, why do we insist that labor is the only way to live?
a nine to five may satisfy most,
but to others it can be a knife held up to the throat.
when did we start telling people to stop pursing those dreams we encouraged to grow and to start living by the fears we encouraged to shrink?
it seems as though life as an adult is destined to be miserable,
if not for all, then for most.
it seems as though yearning for the life we had as children is typical,
our souls stay moving through with our bodies, feeling as though we aren't the host.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
