Poetry On Odyssey: Wires
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Poetry On Odyssey: Wires

You were not born to just go to work, pay bills, and die.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Wires
Katelyn Hampu

I hate how I am wired differently,
how I see the realities of the world,
how I see the truths of the world,
how I see the ways of the world.
All of us are just bending our backs to be broke,
trying to make money working for other people's companies.
What's the point?

We spent our days just working,
for Greed.
We spent our days so busy,
for what?


We just spend our days
missing out on Life.
Why?

I wish I could be oblivious to this truth.
I wish I could be ignorant of this information.
I wish I saw the point of this machine operation
because all of these wires are choking me,
wrapped around my neck, my brain, my heart,
and I can't tell what I want.
These wires,
they don't let me think.
The wires of the industry,
of society,
of reality,
of the people telling me what I'm suppose to do,
of what my heart is telling me what I'm suppose to do.

I can't follow the wires.
What do I want?
This is why I wish I was not wired this way.
It would be easier to be ignorant of this information
and to go about life just following the one wire
everyone else follows instead of the many wires I have
than to be an error in this operating machine.

I never said no to a challenge though.

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