ramblings.

and soon everyone's got one of them

masks

everywhere

you never know what's real anymore

is he really happy?

or is he just hiding behind a forever smiling mask

hiding the hurt and pain

might never know

masks

everywhere

you never know what's real anymore

nobody's real anymore

and how can we?

were we to be real to ourselves and everyone

what then?

shunned by people

another form of conforming to the ways of this defeated world

a world of masks and lies

a world where everyone seems happy

and everything seems alright

but how can we ever be happy and alright in this

rubbish bin we call earth

surrounded by things that leer and judge you

criticise and put you down

is it really that hard to believe that people can

snap

go mad with depression

or burst with anxiety

not really

even saying "oh i'm fine"

has become the norm

the usual

the expected

it's expected that everything's green and beautiful in

everbody's lives

yet another form of conformation

everyone seems so confortable in this status quo that we've created for ourselves

nobody daring to be different

even in being different we try to copy others

the rivalries that swell up

all for what?

nothing's gonna last anyway

short term goals coming to nothing

why do you press on?

looking for promotions

plaudits

acceptance

"friends"

only when you find your purpose then do you live

it's much like a maze sometimes

you don't know where you are

you don't know whats around you

you don't know where you're going

and

you don't know how on earth you're gonna get there

or what to do to get there

wherever

there is

all this hurt and pain and depression

arising from a single problem

accentuated by smaller problems

caused by rivalries

competition

envy

and it seems like there's no way out

when the other party refuses to budge

stand their ground

and the problem drives everybody mad

frustrated

determined to end it

to go back and

nip the problem in the bud

or

damage control

and try to resolve whats left

lifeless souls walking down empty streets

heading to nowhere in particular

grasping so tightly onto nothingness

and who's to judge them?

we're all pretty much doing the same

until someone comes along and pulls us out of this

ditch we keep digging for ourselves

deeper and deeper

until there's no way we can get out

by ourselves.

a warrior once said

"every man dies

but not every man truly lives"

start living