Sunday Morning Poem

Hey!  While I was away in Palm Springs I had a couple of lines/lyrics to a couple of different poems come to me in a dream.  That has only happened maybe once or twice before.  When I woke up I had to make sure to write them down before I forgot them.  Then this morning I was inspired to write both of them out and below is the very first draft of one of them.

I would say 99.9% of my poems are about love and heartbreak.  That seems to be my forte.  I am trying to branch out though, so this is an attempt at something more observational.

CoOL

We’re so consumed with looking cool, we can't see that we’re ice cold. 

All in the name of Not Growing Old. 

Corporations stealing identities until everything is sold. 

We think we’re so original, but do exactly as we’re told.

The kids today sure don’t seem all right. 

But are we any better in the middle of the night? 

Glued to our phones and TV screens so shiny, so bright. 

Reading every comment that’s left and reveling in every like. 

All the empty status updates are actually warning bells.

What good is pretending life is so peachy when we’re all going through hell?

If we wanna see change we’re going to have to do it ourselves. 

Pull out all of the chemicals in order to replace all of the shelves. 

And, yes, it’s hard to make change that’s why not many do it.

Taking one step at a time though is how to improve it.

Then standing closer together we can help each other get through it.

The alternative is to do nothing while refusing to admit that we blew it.

Update:  While reading my post I realized this could make a good rap song.  Maybe I'm secretly a rapper???