The key to happiness

The thoughts more powerful than the electricity given to us. 

our thoughts more powerful

 than our physical body itself

 to not go deeper within our own fears climb the highest mountain

 jump out of the highest plane 

to feel the gravity upon us 

to face or not to face

not moving on from that phobia only stops us from getting where the fuck we want to be at 

I could have the biggest house be filled upon rich fame and wealth 

But why am I still sitting in this shitty town, with nothing under my fucking name 

I am nothing to society 

not a billionaire 

not the smartest 

not anything to your grandmother or brother. 

I became nothing to everybody 

to all of the anonymous to the other anonymous.

Thanks to my phobia holding unto me as if I were to be holding it back 

not ever wanting to work harder then yesterday. 

Not being able to accomplish anything what I want to accomplish in life due to my lack of knowledge or due to my procrastinations made by nobody but myself

I have become nothing more or less then yourself 

A comfort comfortability to maintain this living situation 

will get me 

will get you 

no where but deeper in our lovely misery we call “my life” 

I wanting to go deeper and further beyond my dreams 

my sleep 

my fears 

my guilts 

my desires 

my perspective on life itself 

bigger brighter further beyond hell. 

To know more 

want more 

need more 

Is my epic failure in my nightmares 

My phobia 

society, generation 

a getting no where generation. 

Your meaningless message you just sent me 

has nothing to do with my dreams 

Will get me no beyond 

no where further then now 

a waste of money I call time 

you are not helping me achieve the dream, therefore 

I don’t even need you not even in my sleep or my thoughts.

My phobia 

not knowing enough or not having at all. 

Time 

more valuable than money itself 

More valuable then you can ever imagine . 

Every mirror 

every window 

every thought 

every move 

every glance 

captured been written up on its own little world

believe that you are the difference life can make 

and that right now is nothing more than an experience 

a past 

a memory 

moving on to a better I. 

I hope you’re happy with yourself succaaa.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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