petal poetry

stimulation

04:12 28/12/2018

don't you feel stimulated
living in a game
a doll of someone's possession
instructed with every step

the plastic flowers never wilt
the paper cars won't pollute
oh how wonderful life is
when the hard tasks aren't left for us to do

the gods seem so understanding
saving us from the sweat
instead letting us play for hours
since we're still so young and undeveloped

how do you survive such humiliation
a life with no horizons
constantly crossing the same cracks
hoping someone else will solve them

but it's understandable
with your perfect doll hands
getting them dirty or cut
would ruin everything you have

suddenly, you'd feel hurt
pain would pave its way
and once you start, it's hard to stop
so you'd be poisoned

you're too submerged in the stimulus
drowning in the routine
the straight lines dragging through your skin
so determined to keep you in

your mind is rotten from the water
impossible to drain such a thing
the poison is too far in the system
can you feel anything?

relieve yourself of your plans
find someone you don't know
and take their hand
go somewhere you want to go

escape the schedule
just a blank piece of paper
and make memories
that only a few will remember

04:20 28/12/2018