Changes

What is the meaning of life we wonder?

The purpose of everything that is?

One second we are just an idea then the next we finally exist.

From our birth we experience a few years of carefree bliss.

Days seem infinite and time doesn't exist.

There's nothing in our way, we live freely and enjoy life.

Second to minute to hour to day.

Suddenly this free range ends.

We are put in a facility called school,

Learning subjects necessary to survive.

Whose right is it to deem though, how someone may spend childhood.

Living turns out not to be free,

And we discover money makes the world go round.

Now you're a teen confused and entering a new world.

The movies made it sound fun!

Friends, parties, new experiences, and more.

But there's more, isn't there?

They don't tell you about the stress of working hours a day to maintain a letter on a piece of paper.

Such an abstract idea modelled to hold so much weight that some will cry if it doesn't meet the standards.

But how can a vast species such as humans develop standards?

Nobody gives the fish less opportunities,

Nor a large F on its record,

Just because it can't climb a tree.

Shouldn't we dictate the environment that best fits us?

Why are we forced into a mold so strict?

Things have long since changed from when we were so young.

Differences become apparent and exploited.

Those who don't fit within the normality

Become criticized and bullied...

Some so severe that switching to a new school won't help.

Some so severe...

That some would take their own lives.

Now that we graduate we feel proud,

Having survived the struggles and hardships.

But of course, that isn't enough.

To be successful and live happily,

You need a great job.

But to find a great job you must endure at least 4 more years of schooling.

This is called college, and unlike the previous schools,

Costs enough money to put someone in debt for life.

If you are lucky enough to survive through this all,

You reach the top.

You can have the perfect life,

Live the American dream.

But if you don't, you work a rough job.

For nearly the rest of your life, until you are old enough to retire.

But how can you enjoy retirement when most of your life is over?

If you complain about the way life is,

You are lazy, stupid, or just don't understand.

But maybe it's the opposite.

Those who sit in peace with this system,

Don't truly understand.

Maybe the issue isn't the individuals,

But the society which binds them.

I dream of a world in which imagination and fun can take place in importance,

Rather than a thin green piece of paper.

But in this world that idea is crazy...

Perhaps the true craziness is we've grown so accustomed to this world,

That we see nothing wrong with it.