Change

by Alkemyst

It was the turn of the 21st century
By that time, he was supposed to know who to be
But every month he'd stare at the full moon
Depending on God to determine the rest of his tune
Back up a minute and reminisce, his life
An invisible prison cell, locked in a set path, despite
His dreams to become an entertainer
Suffocating himself, left in a' empty container
Blindly living and ignoring the chains on his wrists,
He said to himself, it's all I can do about this
As the sun crossed east to west, his soul diluted
From rising currents of doubt, left undisputed
Lost and confused, he had gripped the fear
And fabricated a future full of pouring tears
So he stopped,
Imagined the easy route, to just give up life, sink and drop,

Facing the blackness, your future's at stake
There ain't just one shell that you gotta break
It's a continuous cracking at your comfort zone
Sometimes you have to accept the discomfort to break the mold

Everyone needs change in their lives
Without it, we lose our way, morph into parasites
Screw growing up, try growing young
Our minds hunger for knowledge, we'll never be done

Few years later, after taking the easy route
His face in his hands, mind in the clouds
Until one day, he heard an emerging voice
Arguing with his will to be glued to a safe choice
From his secluded cube he looked straight up
The glass ceiling was never there, was all made up
He pushed himself off the rails,
Realized that life's too short to even think to fail
He rose from the grave that stopped his blood
With new energy, broke away, and planted a bud
Soon it sprouted, fed his soul, grew in his veins
Replenished his mind, forever changing the game
Never regretting the past, living day by day,
He made his own story without losing his way
He left the hustle, popped his bubble
And finally accepted that life was a beautiful struggle

Your future's not meant to be a blackhole
Even realists need idealism to reach their goals
Rise above the fear of the unknown
Cut the chains, let freedom reign, and release the soul

Everyone needs change in their lives
Without it, we lose our way, morph into parasites
Screw growing up, try growing young
Our minds hunger for knowledge, we'll never be done




So get up, forget about whatever anybody tells you, and make a choice.

The Parking Lot

Friday and breezy. A perfect end to an okay week.
I'm driving through the high school parking lot, windows down.
I pass by a car with its windows down too.
I haven't cut him off; I haven't slowed him down in any way.
No provoking.
He turns to me.
Yells ching chong noises and laughs.
I'm so shocked I can't even react.
For about 30 seconds I want to put my car in park...get out...and beat up this random high school bully.
Then, "Student Teacher Assaults Local Boy" details at 9, flashes through my thoughts.
Obviously an assault would be less than ideal.
And so I just keep driving. Keep driving along.
Then it really hits me. This raw, raw anger and hurt.
It's been at least four or five years since someone has yelled fucked up shit to my face.
Four or five years since I've had to deal with unprovokedignorantbelligeranthatespeech.
Four or five years since I shed my thick skin and left bullshit high school for more discreet forms of hate.
Four or five years since someone could make me feel like I'm back in 1st grade again, trying to defend myself unarmed, my words failing me completely.
And then I cried.