//stimulations we call reality//
Don’t you get tired?
Of talking about the same things all the time?
What’s new on Netflix? Who’s dating who?
It’s a loop that just doesn’t end,
One conversation ends, another one is ready to be started,
And we’re always so enticed to be a part of these conversations,
To be asked about how much you hated the last season of GoT,
Or how Tony Stark deserved to live,
You don’t even realise how life becomes a series of attending parties and talking to strangers while trying to figure out why you’re there doing this,
You agree to disagree and everyone sips on their drinks while another conversation sucks you in like a black hole,
But you don’t want this, do you?
You’re tired of pretending to be this person everyone wants you to be,
You never tell anyone about your love for stars,
Because who even sees the stars anymore?
Or the fact that you prefer green tea over coffee because you’re scared to be outcasted,
You don’t tell anyone that you love novels because they’d call you a geek,
When everyone is Snapchatting their life, you want someone to write you letters,
Everyone’s laughing in their instagram stories and they cry at night thinking why they aren’t enough,
Everyone laughs at jokes on the internet,
They laugh at how teenagers really went to area 51,
But no one talks about the girl who strikes for climate change,
Or the child who wants to change the world by using his crayons,
No one talks about our dying earth,
Everyone talks about wanting to bring change,
They bring change by green display pictures and petitions that never show results,
You don’t want to do that,
You want to step out and take things in your own hand,
You want to paint poetry all over your neighbourhood walls,
You want to plant trees in front of industries and big corporations,
You want to scream and tell the world that what they do isn’t ever enough,
But then again you know you’re alone,
Often we forget; help comes to those who ask,
And you?
You find an empty seat on the couch and agree to things you know aren’t right just because you’re too scared to pick a fight,
And then the loop starts again,
And you’re driving home drunk and almost flee alive in this death chase,
People continue to stay awake crying in the shower and post good morning messages with a smile of their face,
Everyone searches for conversations that they know they can be a part of,
Things never change,
And then one day you see a boy painting on a wall near the footpath,
You realise that change starts when someone tries,
