Am I getting what I set out for myself?
It doesn't match the depictions in my mind,
I've lived my life the best I could,
In the end that's all we can really do,
If I was afraid I'd challenge it all again,
Depictions inside account for my anger this time,
I am no longer afraid,
Of life I could have had,
Of the changes they could bring,
Or the sacrifice there-in,
I am no longer in doubt,
Of life and all it shows,
Of our body and how it grows,
Or the light that shines down,
Depictions inside controlled my mind,
Made me believe I wasn't what I was meant to be,
For what am I but a man?
I am what I am, and that is always me,
Convoluted though it may seem,
Ignorance will always be the worst crime,
Knowing oneself in a confused world,
When life drags you down you just don't have the time,
This that, what else is new?
Here's another bad thing we can think of about you,
You could be this or that it's time to choose,
Are you good enough?
Will you win or lose?
Depictions inside control our minds,
Of what we must be in a superficial time,
Different is bad and common is good,
Conform in the end you know you should,
One things for sure, the sun will always shine,
And Ignorance itself is always the worst crime.
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Submission Name: Depictions
