The World Is Too Big Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

The world is too big.
Free your mind,
or be stuck like a porcupine.
That's the bottom line.
Need to feed the grind,
and be normal, yes, normal.
Time comes and goes,
and is never subject
to emotion.

The world is too big.
The hating is too strong.
Step on the stars while
you're reaching for the sun.
But never burn a bridge.
For each one
is a teachable moment.
Never go outside.
Stay inside.
Vegetate your
experiences by
the hypnotic images
flashing on and off.

The world, the world is too big.

And I heard Jesus say that every
man, woman, and child
was going to be okay.
I heard Him say that
the
need
for soldiers was fading away.

Governments would work
for the people.
A concept, a dream,
a weird Utopian paradise.

The world is too big.
They've been selling us a dream.
Telling us we are on the same team,
but we're not wearing the t-shirts.
We never get invited to
the best parties.

We are here,
I assume where we

were told to stay.