A poem by : Brooke Boddie
You’ve learned the lessons.
Don’t fail the tests.
After all, Life is a school.
Trying at times, worth it in the end.
How did you cause people to feel while you were there?
Was most of it intentional?
Theres a slight difference between ignorance and stupidity.
You’ve grown familiar with the cheat sheet.
Head in the clouds. Never in the matrix.
I can see the vision
Hear your thoughts when you’re silent.
Catch those small,
forever changing mannerisms that no one ever notices.
You’re Slightly different everyday.
Your heart craves the simple things
Ego wants to run the world.
You see no need to compromise.
And when you think about it,
we’re all hypocrites
Pushing false narratives,
Hardly ever satisfied,
Always wanting more.
There are no martyrs.
But we create them.
We choose who’s most convincing to us.
What can we stand to live with?
We’re all slaves to the dopamine.
Unconsciously, Buying-in daily
Receipt after receipt.
Is this the story of every true artist?
Some sort of addiction, resulting from a bad break up
or unhealed child hood trauma that drives them to create?