I bleed just to know
That I am alive
Independently strong
Not part of the hive

Not steel and mechanics
Just flesh and bone
Existing with others
Yet ultimately alone

My body grows older
Being ravaged by time
Growing up’s not an option
It’s a hideous crime

You call this world normal
I say it’s insane
Living to work, working to live
How cruelly mundane

We all bide our time
Waiting for the change
Do you think in our lifetime
It will be in range

Begging and pleading
We hang onto hope
But I’ve found a new way
With all I can cope

Living for me
In this “abnormal” way
Is something that’s letting
My sanity stay

I walk around bare
My soul you can see
If you can get past
The outer shell of me

I am still a person
The same one you know
It is just some skin
I more easily show

I’m standing here now
With no place to hide
Looking forward to life
And the rest of the ride

Nice write.

Thought provoking.

There is a little fallacy there; man has not been created for happiness. He has been created to feel needs the fulfilment of which make him happy. And he feels happy when his needs are fulfilled to urge him to strive for his happiness in times of unfulfilment.

This is how we developed as children of nature. We must have a goal, and the attainment of the goal does not give us everlasting happiness. We must work for that sometimes slight and barely noticeable satisfaction. This is nature's way of whipping us to work for our keep. In other words, happiness is just a survival tool.

I especially like your cadence and rhymes. It's a lost preference, and I am sad that no poetry with rhymes and cadence ever gets the respect it deserves. It's all the fault of T.S. Elliott.

BIG (((James))) *curtsey*

(((Wux))) Thank you for the kind words and the thought provoking ideas you have shared. Now please read again and keep in mind that I'm a nudist... tell me now, what do you think?

Good thing your in Cali girl! (where its warm)

Not so warm right now and it sucks!!! lol