Poems

Microwave society, what’s the cost? In this rush, so much is lost. Let’s take a minute, find the slow, Cause in the end, it’s where we’ll grow.

Midlife crisis on aisle 3, Midlife crisis on Aisle 3, I’m searching for youth that’s not meant for me. A basket full of fixes, a heart full of cracks, But you can’t buy time, no matter the stacks.

Luxury problems, who’d want to be me? Trapped in a cage of gilded misery. The world’s at your feet, but you’re sinking fast, In this golden prison, how long can you last?

Meetings that could’ve been an email, Bosses that talk out of both sides of their tale. It’s all smoke and mirrors, a corporate charade, Where the truth’s buried, and trust is betrayed.

Letter to the Unseen Audience To you, my unseen audience,Whom I’ve yet to meet, I pen these thoughts—A canvas stretched, untouched by the brush,A silence echoing louder than any applause. In the quiet of the night, I wrestle with shadows,Doubts that creep like whispers,”What if?” they ask, and my heart hesitates,What if the world doesn’t

Luxury problems, it’s all such a bore, When you’ve got it all, but you still want more. You’re living the dream, but you’re wide awake, In this opulent nightmare, you just can’t shake.

Keeping up with the joneses, it’s all a farce, Keeping up with the Joneses, it’s all a farce, Chasing illusions, at a heavy cost. You can match their moves, but lose your soul, In this material world, it’s a deep dark hole.

Keeping up with the joneses, what a hustle to play, Keeping up with the Joneses, what a hustle to play, It’s all just smoke, at the end of the day. You can buy the toys, build your mansion tall, But what’s it worth when you’ve got nothing at all?

Keeping up with the joneses, who set the rules? Keeping up with the Joneses, who set the rules? We’re all just players, and we’re all just fools. But maybe one day, we’ll step off the stage, And find real peace, outside of the cage.

I’ve painted my life in colors of gold, But underneath it all, I feel so old. The rust has crept in, and I can’t escape, I’m tired of carrying the weight I create.