Poem by Prekyson./Marcus Davis Jr.
Woke up in a dream
life ain't really what it seems
Virtual reality
People are fake and filled with schemes
The world is my tank
I’m swimming in its guilt
Imperfection filled atmosphere
The blind can see
And the ones who can hear
Choose to be deaf
Untroubled fears
I was once unaware
Of the grim screen in front of me
Desires taunt
And we feed in
She has everything
What more can you need
Ungracious so on we repeat
More and more
I crave even if I’m weak
Gluttony we display
Ungrateful beings constantly chasing
When will I be satisfied
When will we be content
Why must we take
When we already have
Greed is blind
Hate is emotion
Overindulgence is a conception
Take what you need
Enjoy what you see
Live by mean
And not what your heart is set on