The Rat Race (Poem)

Competition is your best friend.

Living in expense and luxury, 

Buying expensive diamonds,

And toys you don’t use, 

To convince others, 

Of your value beneath insecurities.

You created your own competition,

Out of jealousy and greed, 

To prove that you’re worthy, 

You forgot what it means,

To live a life internally. 

You’re so focused on the outside,

That you forgot the true meaning, 

Of success and happiness, 

Beneath true feelings.

Deep down, you’re scared and frail,

So you prove yourself, 

Through things, 

Toys and a diamond ring.

The bigger the truck, 

The price tag on the front,

Creates the status. 

A price on our very lives.

Why has luxury,

Reigned over debts.

Giving ourselves all sorts of stress.

To impress someone who doesn’t care.

Let’s focus on ourselves, 

Through the infinite self.

Let the divine bring us light,

And peace amongst the darkest nights.

A presence,

That money, people or things cannot bring.

We’re all on a journey from upbringing,

Competing with ourselves,

For our own expansion, 

The evolution of our soul.

There’s no competition, 

Other than self-imposed.

Wisdom (Sonnet)

Wisdom has a mind of its own,
Sneaks up in time as we seek our soul.
When black paint is smeared against the wall,
We try to make sense of it all.

The gift of wisdom lies,
A world of coincidence in the sky.
There is always light in the midst of a cry,
As we make sense of the heartbreaking trial.

Constant reminders to stay in the game,
In a world of recurring thoughtful change.
No accidents only serenity,
And confirmation of the journey.

Seeking wisdom before the lies,
Is the only answer to win the trial.