Social Comparisons

I may not have the nicest house, or the prettiest car, but one thing I know is that I have the kindest heart. Money might make you shine, and then glisten but if you silence the corporate slave within you long enough to just listen. You will see the beauty that surrounds you, each and every day; from the flowers that blossom without fail, and the skies that switch from blue to black to grey. The world is your oyster yet you choose to defile its worth, as you tear down the rainforests with vehicles that further pollute the Earth. Your oil spill may be your thrill, but it washes over me, blackens my body, and feels just like a pill. The kind that you swallow and makes you instantly sick, the type that was manufactured just to give you the intellect of a brick. They keep you supressed, opressed, and deranged, as the chemicals, and endorphins within your brain are rearranged. Estranged now, that you have joined the ranks of the rest, jaded and confused, as you continue your quest. How did the little boy who wanted it all become this creature of corruption that fails to enthral? I choose to break free, to rebel, and protest; refuse to feign ignorance, and be the victim of others' jest. I am worth my weight in diamonds, yet I choose nature instead. I insert lotus flowers into your guns, to represent the millions dead. Your world is so bleak, with supermodels painted to represent the havoc that man has wreaked. I am antique, as I stay true to my values, without losing hope with the progression of the days of the week. With your tongue in cheek, you waddle away, doing the dance of the insecure with your tails between your legs. You rarely have much to say, even on your brightest day, I have had more interesting conversations with bacon and eggs. Continue on your path that you think will lead to your salvation, as I watch from a distance and see the devil poke, and prod at you, guaranteeing your eternal damnation. Not self-righteous but right as I awaken from the night with the strength within me to spread my wings and take flight. I can make social comparisons no more, as I am starting to feel as dirty, and remorseful as the common whore. You can have your caviar, gold, and what you naively believe to be the finer things. As I feel the breeze from the trees, whilst pushing my children on swings. Success to me is being happy, inside and out. You can fade to black once again, as happiness fills me throughout, while the haze of your confusion lifts, and your world is once again filled with doubt.