Will You Survive?
BY Chya
The greatest joy in each day comes from simply doing nothing.
The world moves on without me and I’m still alive.
The world hustles and bustles among the streets,
And fights over fresh coffee and donuts
And bangs the doors till their knuckles bleed.
The sweetest joys are rest.
The world doesn’t need you in the grocery store line.
The world doesn’t need you awake at 5 a.m with purpose,
And prove you are an asset
And become a productive propaganda puppet.
The best joys in life are being there for yourself.
The world still keeps money printing.
The youtube videos titled ‘how to *ACTUALLY* be productive are still uploaded,
And your free pockets of time are begging to be sold
And you become the prize slave.
True sources of joy are freedom.
The world wants your skills.
The world exhausts your skills,
And demands your soulless art everyday
And sells soulless pieces without faces.
There is no greater joy than keeping yourself alive.
The world waits to weaken you.
The world is euphoric seeing you suffer,
And waits to see you lying face down;
Dead, in a heart attack of exhaustion.
Offer yourself a day to be bored.
Offer yourself a day to lie around.
Offer yourself a chance to be unavailable.
Offer yourself the opportunity to get lost.
Offer yourself to be imperfect.
Offer yourself a moment of silence.
Offer yourself a life.
Offer yourself limits.