As you sit all alone in your castle on the hill
fellow humans crawl the streets in search of a pill
to find the answers and kill the pains
presumption causes within their veins
Still pretending money is the key
to their own humanity
Just like you they are mistaken
but unlike you their lives are shaken
In your sleek black car that reeks of excess
you watch them starve and assume they’re less
So if the day comes when your castle’s burned
there’s still a lesson to be learned
Your pathetic life was a shame
and the rest were the same
So we all stare at the aftermath
realizing it was our own wrath
And even though so many things were lost
and we all paid an external cost
We understand each other and our being
and won’t act again without seeing
that we’re the ones that truly matter
and we can’t progress up a social ladder
That’s a long link… Anyway, this poem is about how we exhibit our flaws in different ways, and even though it often looks socially unique, they’re our flaws nonetheless. We often see a wealthy person as very different from a homeless one for example, but greed and conceit manifest from our superficial mentality the exact same way as laziness, defeatism, and despair. They are all subconscious, fear-based presumptions of comfort. The alternative is to examine the reality of our mentality and sacrifice for it’s improvement; something our species has not been able to accomplish in any significant way. It’s important to recognize that we cannot improve socially. Wealth doesn’t matter. Status doesn’t matter. Fame doesn’t matter. What matters is if and to what degree we improve our selves, and maybe it will take losing everything material to figure it out.
Relatively Writing 