The world in front of you, the world you know,
Is the world you don’t want, but can’t let go.
It’s path is well trodden the beginning quite pleasant,
There are many familiar faces, and a beckoning premise,
That this is a world you are supposed to desire,
Status and wealth, what else to aspire?
With all this on offer the choice seems straightforward,
Acquiescence required, noble interests ignored.
But all of these things, these people have done,
The clothes that they wear, their illusion of fun,
Cannot atone, for a sad sense of longing,
A truth once held, a certain belonging,
To something they believed in, a bubbling passion,
A fire in their eyes, a youthful obsession,
For something they held dear to their heart,
But which they let go, when shown this path.
This path and its pleasures, takes it own toll,
It’s status and possessions wither the soul.
They fell for a trick, this dazzling premise,
Their existence now stuck in an accumulating crevice.
As the price to be paid is revealed and claimed,
And the fire in their eyes, flickers and wanes,
The passion they had, that truth once known,
Becomes lost in the ether whilst a new truth is shown.
What has been buried? What could have been gained?
If that young person had been steadfast, determined and stayed,
With the passion he had, that unfashionable dream,
Instead of being lured by the world on the screen.