Early Morning Poem by Arrogant Bandit

The sun breaks through the blinds,
just enough to arouse the senses.
Another day of the unknown, where do we go from here,
what does it take, and how much longer must we wait?
Idly drifting by the wayside, menial eye contact with our heads up high, but who are we trying to fool.
Feeling absent in every aspect of life,
each chapter in life brings a flood of
question waiting to be answered, but go untold.
Family and friends put their trust in you, but for what?
To consumed by a vision not attainable, to pay them any mind.
Technology everywhere, to pass the time,
slowly losing focus, we don’t mind.
We manage to feel when we must, but never too much.
This world is ours, this world is pain,
and this world is far from sane.
Who are we to complain?