The world was in chaos
The day was a mess
There were a thousand Zombies chewing human bones
And eating human flesh
They dined on their relatives
Uncles and aunties
Mother’s and brothers
Sisters and misters
All fuelled by greed
And the need to become more human.
To swallow the passion that once filled the livings hearts
To regenerate
To find something that can only be found
from within.
I wrote this while trying to cross the road. Thank whatever God or universe you pray to that I haven't got squished by a car yet. This poem plays on how I feel like so many people are passionless or have no goals in their lives. No sense no sense of direction. In my post 'Things that we need to normalise' I speak about how it's totally normal to not know your whole entire life journey BUT and it's a big but it doesn't mean you squander the limited amount of time you have on this earth.
To want nothing, to do nothing.
To be nothing.
Seriously now,
Don't be a zombie.
By C Conscious thoughts