I see dead people
Standing ‘round a grave of dreams
Building pipe dreams
Talkin’ ‘bout living above the rim.
They fashion belief systems so rusty
It makes their vision impaired n’ crusty.
Used to be high on adrenalin
All that’s left is bogus n busted.
I see ‘em walk by everyday
Reminds me of that old school musical by MJ
‘Bout “night creatures
walkin’ in a masquerade.”
Now the walkin’ dead,
but they used to flaunt class
Brought some measure of style into every crass.
I suppose they traded their balls for brass.
I see dead people
And ain’t nobody sheddin’ tears
Not a soul responds to the stench in the atmosphere
Will we ever hear “ignorance done had it up to here?”
People get scared of reopening the closed book;
Holed up in another’s identity acting slavish stooge;
Creating visual concepts for a life story that’s lost its
hook.
Their reason for living is defeated
Memories of who they once were deleted
Their spot in life has been duly ceded.
This is the truly dead individuality
Not the million cadavers rotting away in some cemetery.
A shelved life is fittingly buried in a mass grave of dreams.
I see dead people.
I felt compelled to write about
the group of people who walk around listlessly in this world. Folks who have
pretty much given up on their dreams and stopped living by their intuition or
worse, who never took the time to discover the essence of their existence—the “dead people.”
I Hope to
God, you ain’t one of ‘em.
Keep your pen bleeding!
Akpan
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