Be the future you want to see

 I lived life in human
entertainment
thinking was it all
worth the focus.

From the eyes of the world
perhaps it wasn't
in the sense
I did nothing for the children
the hunger, the defense,
or even the product need to have
like a tool, a wheel, a service.

What was my purpose then, my lord,
to be born as someone that wants
to paint the boring world?

Perhaps I am reminded beyond
these social neon billboards
there is a people that escape
the toils of work, of stress,
of routine depressive states
that neither sex nor spending
can daily alleviate.

Perhaps I focused longer on the
question, of why was no one living
when they have breath?
When we only live for minutes
in an eternal temporal time frame
why are we so boring as to waste it
only thinking about keeping wheels
in motion.

The constant work and labor, constant
bills and spending, constant never
having gratification, grotesquely
walking over dreams of creativity.

If payment is the issue, then pay
the artist rightly for the products
that you take for granted demanding.

If society is the issue, then open
beyond the stereotypical begging,
and embrace the artist employment.

Longer I see the people, hypocrite
in their virtues, purchase all these
sinning, only later to question jobs
and what is and isn't selling.

Have faith, put faith into the artist,
in this mundane never smiling evening,
have a pause to reflect the neon colors
and all the music and the laughter again.
Villanueva
04.17.25