Is It All Because We Wanted To Be Free…? Poem by Daniel Richards

There you are again I see,
Taking pills, swallowing your remedy
Stopping those thoughts from running around again,
Up and down, down and up and around again
Cascade of irony, what these potion have done to me

Witness the blur of voices and images that concur
Each with there own story of reflection to report,
But the cracks in the veil, show their stories are fables impure
The cracks in the veil show the fire from which they have been burned
But through the pain still they refuse to learn

Everything ever wanted can be wrapped up inside a diamond ring
Is the belief of those seeking relief from the sporadic pace of life?
Snatching chances from others to be more just to wind back upon the floor
Life and earth are like a crystal ball, fragile and feeling unwell, but still we dont care
As the black cats stare and the mirrors breaks we don’t care at all

When the final bell tolls and our end arrives where shall they look,
To the heavens in the sky or the diamonds wrapping there neck
How did we get to be so mean living duelling with reality, when did greed become the belief, is it all because we wanted to be free…?
How will they feel when the morning comes and everything is undone
Saying for eternity things we can never take back

Life is a train wreck trying to find the right track
How can we move on before it’s all gone?
For one day we will wake and all will be gone
Knowing that forever we are not free
Imprisoned by our own greed and
By default its all our own fault