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.