A Collection of Poems

I think we have Forgotten

I think we have forgotten –

What it means to live

To run

To breath

To have a beating heart

To have that pure, cold adrenaline rush

Because we are at the height of our game –

Not because we forgot about a test

‘Cause life, is a test

That we either pass or fail

(and we all seem to fail)

On made up mark schemes

And we forget our dreams;

I think we have forgotten –

That the grader is ourselves

That it is not our parents

Our lover

Our teacher

Our success driven society

To bind yourself to standards

Not made for you

– Not made of your own sweat and blood –

Is a cage made of bones

Where you can’t breath

‘Cause you don’t know –

If you can pass their test;

I think we have forgotten –

What a passing grade is

An A

A B

A C

That D- that slips by

It is not your rank

A letter is just note

That tells you:

“You’re not good enough”

Because there is someone

Who is better than you

Who has conformed to the test –

So that they can surpass you;

I think we have forgotten –

That’s there is never a winner

A loser

A right

A wrong

Or that gray in between

There is only you,

And you only fail

When you don’t fight

When you don’t breath

Run

Live

Dream;

I think we have forgotten –

What it means to live

To run

To breath

To have a beating heart –

To dream because we CAN;

I think we have forgotten –

That we never grow up

That we only grow old –

And we only die

When we’ve give up;

I think we have forgotten –

That we have legs

That we can run

That we are not bound to the place we live –

That the sky reaches farther than we can travel;

I think we have forgotten –

 ‘Cause somewhere in this reincarnation cycle

We lost our wisdom

Our love

Our passion –

Those passions which drive us along

The highway of life;

I think we have forgotten –

That somewhere on this dark road

We like to call life

We forgot to take off the blind

That covers our lamps,

Because we are not born in darkness –

We are not ushered into this world

With death at our sides

We are born with light

And only we can hide

What we are.

What we have forgotten we are.