Job, not duty —
Modern-day survival.
Nine-to-five hunting/gathering,
Zombie days
With zero fucks to give.

Heritage worn proud
Like an armor —
Something nothing,
No one
Can ever change.

Do not fool yourself.
Despite the praise,
You are nothing special —
A mere setting sun
Dressed in pretty colors
Until nightfall.

Solutions made of
Empty changes —
Cyclic issues,
Trading places
In a never-ending dance.
Round and round we go.

Walk the thin line
Between bravadoes and dont's —
Take life as it comes.

Fallen victim to a truth
So poetic, it hurts —
No more than I desired,
So much less than I deserved.

Top of mind
At wits end —
Where the forest
Meets the plains.

Racist.
Sexist.
Dentist.
Humanist.
What is this void
You are so desperate
To fill?

Forced to grow up
Before I knew
Who I'd become.

Forced to
Start healing
Before I was
Done hurting.

Forced to
Start teaching
Before I was
Done learning.

Expectation be damned,
Death to all deadlines —
From now on it's at my pace
Or not at all.

It is said
You either love or hate me.
Yet, I cannot seem to
Find but those who feel
The latter.

I survived twenty-twenty
And all I got
Was quarantined.

For all we know
Even eternity
Might be temporary.

Admire the beauty,
As you walk the ever
Treacherous paths
Towards ever strange horizons —
Life is the journey.

Please,
Let's compare notes —
Has the world
Gone crazy,
Or is it
Me?

Heated words
Cannot warm
Cold relations.

Release the reins —
See how that goes,
Experience how it feels.
You'll soon learn
The world will keep on turning.