When I was a kid my father told me I could be everything that I wanted to be, I believed him but then I grew up I saw life move fast but people move faster and my father's words were just noises in the background, in the middle of this disaster
Is it safe to just be who we are?
This is the twenty first century, where love is nothing more than spilled words and dating apps, where life is nothing more than pretending to be someone you are not, so in front of my eyes I saw the word identity elapse
Is it safe to just be who we are?
My father tells me 'kid you are lucky to be born into this generation' because we have everything we need but still, I see nothing but faces that aren't theirs
I see them wear a mask that smiles but what they don't know is that this, this is all lies but nobody cares
I don't think it's just safe to be who we are
So I keep reminiscing, reminiscing about when we were kids, when it was about living and not surviving, when it didn't matter who we were, when bleeding hearts didn't meant smiling, when memories started with you and me but now it starts with who was I pretending to be?
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
