Sick Of The Calm, Ready For The Storm Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Society, what am I supposed to be?
Would you accept me being a fool binging off of cloned metaphors?
A Bobble head amongst bobble heads
Fitting in to get ahead,
Is that the man you wish to see?



What is reality?
Sifting back descending into obscurity
Why should I obey your rules?
It would make me feel lost more than I am even now
Sifting into a book of endless caricatures with forced illusions




What is sacred anymore?
These philosophies feeling very sore
I have nothing to give but my heart, mind and soul
But is that even enough in today's world, Anymore?




Now you see me as if I was feeling sorry for myself
Loving misery more than anything, beyond everything
Visions of the worst possible scenarios
Waiting for an explosion, a blow to self-progression
Did you really think this happens?



No matter where I am
Never will I go into a downhill spin
Climbing up steady as high as I can
Falling down a few inches here and there
But always advancing the best that I can



See the best of me
The worst it always comes and goes
Always thriving to improve myself
Do you even know the strength of my heart and soul?


I can never promise to say the right things
For I am myself, that is only who I am
Never will my life play another's part
My spirit is too vibrant yet too old to fit in



The one standing in line for another's amusement is all a façade
Surely an agenda on the side of simplistic royalties
Cashing in on oblivious visions
One where one can never stand alone




If I am different
It is something that I never tried to be
Only working hard on originality
In the essence of giving different sides of myself
As the whole perspective of trying to be of any help, if at all




What if we both had fear?
Except in different ways?
Not saying mine is the right kind
But we are human- beings after all



Take me off any vanity quests
I am in the center of low, more or less
Trivial in the middle of a timeless moment spent
Ready to try answering openly enquiring questions



I never fallowed the statuesque
Or never the status quo
I am not one to blindly obey
Even if I am an endangered species
Of a life out in the distance roaming in decay



Searching for better peeks
For bigger visions to seize
Optioning for better focus
So I can see the bigger picture clearly
But isn't that supposed to be us all?




If I do not fit into society's routine
Why should I even play this game?

Never will I hold any blame
Just living life the best that I can


Is it enough?
Not in the regularity of society
For I have been vaguely foretold


Do you know who I really am?
Or did you put me on ignore?



Please never let me waste any of the words
I hold them in great importance,
Inside the deepest reaches of this very soul




I never want to self-preserve myself
But where do I go from here?


Perhaps, I will soon know
Or have I always known?


Question me
Maybe I will even find the answers
that I have always tried looking for



All I ask, Is to join me in life's exploration
For however long you ever want to go


Are you there?
Do you know where I am coming from?


Sick of the calm, Ready for the storm



Ready, Ready? Go!