A poem about living a life that goes against what is considered the norm by most. |
-Living in Excess- by Keaton Foster Words Weapons Hedonistic intentions Living for gratification There can be nothing less A mountain of a mess Standing on top Screaming hear me or not Down below Feeble-minded goons Walking in rows All going with the flow Where, they dare not know Their doom is waiting Just beyond living They could care less Ignorance is such bliss Their faith is a weapon Pointed in the wrong direction Their hand alone is on the trigger Quite easily pulling it repeatedly Such a grievous self-inflicted wound Is hemorrhaging Not only blood But the essence of what It means to exist I feel sorry for them We, them and I Share some of the same flaws I am not perfect How could I ever be I am car wreck of an example Of a person that questions everything That is how I came to this place To this mountain of a mess That allows me to be elevated Just out of their afflictions reach I could fall, down to the cold ground I could jump, fate defined by gravity I could join their ranks Filling in the spaces between Allowing myself to be like them Unified faith through ignorance of the facts I could do all those things If I was as capable as they seem But I am not, no way, not ever So here I will remain On my mountain of a mess Living in excess As I am sure that life was meant… Living In Excess Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |