Thursday, February 23, 2006...10:18 pm
The Blood of my City
If I could have my way, I would live on an island and grow my own food. I would have nothing to do with money and classroom education. My greatest joys would be in songs, dancing and food, even if I can’t carry a tune, dance or cook properly. I will be pollution free! No clothes even. Clean and simple. But the world is too far gone. And I am stuck in it.
The wheels of this world are in constant motion. The turn tirelessly, propelled by the thick slippery blood that we all thirst for. The wheels turn even as people die on our streets. And it keeps turning even as people kill each other just to get more blood on their hands. Money. It really makes the world go round.
How blind we are. Slaves to the constant motion that hastens our impending doom. We buy each other off and we don’t even see it. We trick each other into debt and poverty. We have sold our souls and refuse to see it, as we go about flaunting superficial wealth and layers of masks.
We are in so deep it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. And yet, money talks. It can get you all the things you need and more. It buys company, sex, deaths and births. It pays for glamour, votes, wives and popularity. It can make you fly, and it can kill your spirits. And still money talks. It can talk you into anything. And we enslave ourselves for this superficial satisfaction. This false sense of achievement that lures you into desiring more. More money, more blood. It has spilled onto the streets and yet the homeless who live there have none.
How sad that I worry about my lack of it. How depressing that I have convinced myself that it is necessary to keep walking in the sunshine. I am just as lost as the rest of the people in this city, enslaved as everyone is expected to be.
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