How hard can it be?

To get up and face the world

and swim against the current

while a storm begins to brew.

To swim throught the swirling media

bombarded by infromation at all time,

he said she said,

unawared of the world.

To walk a crowded path

unable to look up and see

the beauty of the world is beyond the screens.

 

How hard can be?

To walk alone listening to mindless chater,

words that mean nothing,

said for no reason beyond filling the empty void

to keep us from drowning in silence.

To wander along

unseen and forgoten,

lost in the constanly changing world

forever moving and leaving us behind.

 

How hard can it be?

To be yourself when you know you won't fit in

because you don't care about what they do,

you won't act as expected,

you won't know you won't conform.

Well aware that everything will be critisized

and put under the constant presure to be the right person,

to believe in what we don't,

to be something more.

So tell me how hard can it be?