What about me?

Fast cars
Power and greed
All you want
But what about me?

Selling my soul
For the plans you have
Never happy until you grab
Every piece
Single piece of me
Until nothing remains
But misery.

So what about me?

I have dreams
That I want to Live
Just like you
But you'll never give
Me time or space
To spread my wings
To hear the song
That I have to sing.

Where do I fit
In this world of yours?
Media over load
And convenient stores
What's my purpose?
What's my role?
Nothing less
Than to support your goal.

24 hours, day after day
I give you my life
So you can have your way
To build your towers
On my blood and sweat
Where's the remorse?

Some feigned regret.

I'm just a tool
To use and abuse
Do what you wish
What ever you choose
Chew me up
And spit me out
But you'll never stop me
Stop me shout.

What about me!

For I have dreams
That I want to Live
Just like you
But you'll never give
Me time or space
To spread my wings
To hear the song
That I have to sing.

What about me?





Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-09-02 at 18:20

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2010-09-06


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Amazing! A masterpiece! Your poem oozes dynamic strength! You captured what is vividly "on the air" on the air of 2010 but somehow it feels like it has always being that way. . . I 've written something about that in swedish just two lines, I will try to translate it:

The slaves of time are being whipped by the seconds. Keep building the pyramid of knowledge. . .

*BOOKMARKED* thank you for sharing!
2010-09-06


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
good luck, Rik...hope you find your space

good poem

Stan
2010-09-02


NicholasG
When me becomes part of them...hmmm...As the ancient saying goes...many hands make light work....Of course, this could be a shared workload or the mother of all manual hydro generators. Still...I mull about what is between re and fa myself from time to time, to no avail. We are all mes, cursed to be caught between 2nd and 4th notes of the scale, assigned a bloody minor chord...and minor chords are just that...minor! Never used in the important songs like Louie Louie or Wild Thing....and if that isn't bad enough, as an acronym, we've been maligned as in Messerschmidt...ie Me109! Damn...all this and burnt porrage for lunch...snarf...
Turn the 'M' upside down mate ;-)
Cynicholas
2010-09-02