generations.

I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know where I’ve been. Where I am destined to end up, the place where I am complete has not been written – it’s not in any cards. Maybe I’m not the only one wandering,searching for meaning. Maybe we are all just dragging our feet towards tomorrow and running away from yesterday. Nothing is certain and that is the one element that will be forever in the back of our minds. When did the need to become a part of the infinite sea of cognate faces become so strong? Is it because we are discontent with simply being ourselves? People every where have lost their lust for life and for what, to sit back and watch while diversity is sucked down the drain of what once was. It seems human beings simply want to be a part of something, a part of anything. It is then that the need to relate and the need to belong rears its head. This need is not erroneous in nature.
But when it swallows you whole and you no longer resemble the person you once were,when you are content with being one of those blank faces, take one step back and stop and think, if only for a second – Was it worth it?

Watch it disappear.

Its such a challenge to accept that I am a part of this destructive, murderous, consumer driven species that is the human race. I am mortal, I am human. Sometimes I think it would be nicer to just be a bird. Be a bird and fly away from it all. Fly away from the ebb and flow of universal woe. Its simple. Yet we find it so hard to let go of the irrelevant nonsense of materialistic things. A rectangular piece of green paper with a dollar sign on it means so much. Its ironic, having all the money in the world wont stop you from feeling emotion. You will still feel lonely. Yet this piece of paper entitles a life to some one. With out it you cannot live.
Dylan was right, "No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky."

We are the only species that consumes without producing. The only people that are doing some good in the world are fixing what we screwed up in the first place. We are like these giant emotional egocentric blobs wandering around making weapons of mass destruction and pumping millions of poisonous toxins into our bodies and the earth. Not to mention cutting down a heck of a lot of trees and killing lots of other people in the process. Discriminating, prosecuting and beating up on each other like there's no tomorrow. Never learning and never stopping – until its too late. I hate that every single day I am apart of that and there's nothing I can do about it. Say goodbye to the ozone layer and clean air guys, because we screwed that up too.
I guess we don't know any better, right?

lip service.

Cars are gliding across the streets, driven by ghosts, faint outlines of the people they used to be. Wake up, make some money, make some one else happy. The hustle and bustle of the city is gone, and yet it’s presence reigns over us still. The lights go green and yet nobody moves, nobody takes any notice. Stuck in the same spot we were 50 years ago, progress is suspended. Each minute passes and as each monotonous day rolls into the next, life becomes an extended stream of consciousness. You’re never really asleep or awake. Walking in slow motion, pacing, waiting for something to happen.

I don’t want to live like that, do you?

not just another number.

Its crazy, I cannot even begin to fathom how the human mind works. I cannot comprehend what makes one person more superior and more susceptible to kindness and tolerance than an other. It does not make sense to me. Cut us open and we will all bleed, you will find the same insides. We are all the same, we are all equal and we are all worthy.

There is something seriously wrong if you fail to understand that.
We are all human.