Pretty please forgive the life I've lived, a life full of fear and pain.
Pretty please my future kids, don't do things I could have changed.
Don't live a life where you run and hide, where you shrink into a shell —
— don't shrink away from the life you want, full of plans and goals for today.
Don't turn away, don't hide from life, you must get out there and live!
Promise me, my children, that you will not follow these footsteps.
Steps full of good intentions, yet, ones that have been muddied,
In the swamp of my existence, oozing with muck and bile and shit.
Who must I think I am? To sit here now, setting hearts ablaze —
— with words I wrote, but never bathed in the meanings they convey?
A hypocrite! It's blasphemous! To preach words I refused to obey,
But all I hope you gain from this, is the courage I did betray.
How can life be torn away, in the most fleeting of a moment?
It is torn from all our clutches, in the moments we let pass by.
It is not a life, that you will live; rather it is a culmination of all time,
So every perfect moment, is an experience to let shine.
I've seen a lot, I have been through much, but have I really lived?
Have I spent my brief existence, doing the things I wish I did?
Does the world need more of us, to work a nine to five?
Or does it need the ones who will, take every piece of beauty that they see?
Was I ever patient? Was my ego too strong indeed?
Did I struggle with adversity? Did I seek wealth and greed?
Did I spend my days well? Out in nature, experience being free?
These questions will be there for you, to take you through to the your next scene.
Pretty please believe in me, believe in the words that I now tell you,
Pretty please don't throw away, this precious moment in all of time.
Pretty please just live your life, without being needlessly distracted,
For you are the culmination, of all the good z xx passed down our line.
Pretty please don't follow me, get out there and see all you can see,
Be better than I was, and forgive me for all of my misdeeds.
Learn from my mistakes and make a life greater than mine,
As you sit there now and watch me, break the promises I have set aside.
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Societal Remains
PoetryThese poems are a contemplative look at the fragility of our current society and a pondering on where we might be headed from here. Are we turning the page into a new chapter of society?
