No Strings Attached (Not In Tune With What Matters) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

These guitar strings; this gentle strumming
A melancholy tune, sadly I am humming
The song of life, a sad truth.

In a world filled with greed, feelings mean nothing
It's a tragic lesson, and a tough one,
The song of life, it's obtuse.

People love their things, material obsessions
But their worship is misplaced, their possessions
The song of life, gluttony—we choose.

No strings attached, only indifference or downright aggressive
People feel nothing for each other, it's all false and suggestive
The song of life, it's life we abuse.

We feel more for money and material things
With all our belongings—we could never detach our strings
The song of life, we're all confused.

Oh, with love, it's easy to detach these strings
But when it comes to our things, we would never have a fling!
The sad life song, I'd cry—but what's the use?

We refuse to hear the words, listen carefully
We reject the truth, so we can never be repaired fully
The sad life song; refuse, refuse.

So, I detach from it all, rather tearfully.
Over the hatred, the greed, it doesn't nearly fill me.
The sad life song—which is why it's death I choose.

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