I know what this is.
This is just me talking to myself about myself.
I want more for less.
Time and money and effort than I put in.
You expect grand things to happen when your energy runs thin?
You create aspirations so high,
You join the ranks of Icarus,
Before you plummet from the heavens,
The glue you used to fasten those wings,
It just wasn't the stickiest.
So now you find you've landed back down in a time,
Gifted us with warm and light,
To give us life,
But all you face is the bitter taste,
That comes with a lack of conviction.
Of momentum less,
It's a bit like the moment before the big bang,
"Where is my catalyst?"
It's a naive question,
We are our own catalysts,
Well I am.
But I've been locked inside a feud,
Just like the Capulets and Montagues for,
What feels like a lifetime now.
By the everyday luxuries and amenities,
Of the first world population,
Screens like shrine,
Light up gloriously each night for downtime.
That's what they used to be,
At least for me,
Now those fibre optics whisper in my ear, At breakfast and afternoons,
Don't get me started about evenings.
There's no more board games,
Just bored brains,
Eyes lost within the mixing pot,
Dissolving into pixelated screens each day.
But they'll keep you happy though,
And they'll keep you safe because,
You can't rise to disappointment when you're lost within my new,
Don't resign yourself to try and be great,
Just wash yourself,
In my blue tinge,
That makes you feel great.
Things aren't gonna change overnight,
But we can start to build foundations that we can walk upon,
We'll turn them into steps,
And in the long run,
As we see Icarus fall past our sides,
We'll say, They should have built steps, Before they tried to fly.
About this poem
The premise for the poem is one of biographical experiences based on my life and my opinions on my surrounding climate in the form of a social commentary. This narrative through the lense of a neurodiverse person. The struggles society has and the perpetual cycle that we struggle with concerning the ability to commit to a decision or pursuit only to see our efforts come crashing down, falling from the sky leaving us ragged and ruined and reflective that, in hindsight, we would have taken smaller steps to reach our milestones. more »
Submitted by oddanw on November 06, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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