waiting has become a foreign concept.
a forgotten, neglected precept
which all of us constantly reject.
less time, less money, less people
so i can be better, not equal.
my materialistic views are nothing new.
my exhausting ways of efficiency
are what i think will transform me.
they are what will adorn me.
doctor me into what society
makes me think i want to be.
in their eyes ive become saintly.
in my head is nothing but insanity.
my life is perfect to them
but to me its nothing like they think i am.
i am consumed,
i am enslaved
by bigger, better, faster.
they all have become my master.
i dont know what it means to be hungry.
i dont know what it means to be lonely.
because i move on too fast for them to show me.
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