Life Prespective Poem by Ronnie Williams

The writings of the world is a mental picture of ones opinion.
The individual usually don’t follow the path that society has paved. Running away from society shackles and chains an inmate to the mind and slave to the heart.
Either way locked up as the eyes moves like a watch (Tick tock) .
The ear usually hear the screams and cries from the hand being force to write.
The scribbles are hard to understand the formation and line structures can’t be fixed.
I look through the society lens scope full with DNA prints people trying to touch world.
The resolute man heart of ambitions never stop if his pacemakers is full charged.
The pressure that an individual have on oneself is like an Adam bomb full of molecules of frustration, atoms of depression, and particles of failure.
The search of being great has become a mere grim of light to a blind man, a sound to a deaf man, or a Gus of wind with no word formation to one that can’t speak.
Life has become a shell of protection of crooked cops, embezzlers, and etc.
They don’t understand the new generation like baby boomers getting old, generation X and Y have place there mark on life grid.
The window of opportunity will never stay open we are misunderstood when explaining our vision on our goals and aspiration.
If you connect the star consolations to form the big dipper will u stir your dreams to put your mind on another planet of great thinkers?

Just thoughts

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