Since when were wishes so materialistic, our ideal picture of happiness no longer "me," now it's "my?" We've upgraded the concept of happy you see:
Square rooted desires, we lost higher purpose, now it's feeling fulfilled by a full wardrobe. Clothed in self-deception. These threads were never me, so why are they all that I am?
Nice cars going nowhere, big houses filled with nothing of significance.
So possessed by our possessions, what happened to us?
I believe they're just trying to live "the life," not a life, as not their life is good enough anymore, yes somehow they internalized this obscure idea that yes, not their life is good enough anymore.
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Lindelani Mnisi
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My Wind Cometh
I'm watching the skies, knowing that a wind is making it's way to pick up my sails and progress my journey. See it's only a matter of time, so time doesn't really matter, as I wait and watch the skies for signs of this wind of mine, who is at this very moment pushing at great speeds, and moving with great force to arrive at the very point where he knows that I wait and watch the skies for his approach. Where he and I will begin our terrific voyage.
By Lindelani Mnisi5 years ago in Poets
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