Is it really that unbelievable that I don’t want to stay?
I am young
My entire life is ahead of me,
yet old people are destroying all of it.
Why?
Because money of course!
Profit!
I grew up, learning that greed is bad,
just to be thrown into a world,
where the greediest are the most powerful.
But let them keep it!
Let them swallow their money.
Force it down their throats,
like they force microplastics down ours!
Let them choke on every last cent!
Money is the most important thing to them,
so it surely can’t kill them.
Right?
Let their wealth be their demise!
Don’t care for them!
They don’t care for us either!
Yet we are chained to their money generators.
We are being exploited for them,
with no place to escape,
they are and rule everywhere.
If I ever get the chance,
I will run towards the light.
Whether it would be at the end of a tunnel
or just the head lights of a tesla with a broken autopilot.
YOU ARE READING
evening thoughts
RandomDeep thoughts, as in sleep-deprived at 3am with untreated mental issues and traumas and too many poetry videos on my fyp. I'll just vibe here with them until I feel like getting better. TW for everything I guess.
