"The Confused"
A poem by Jesse Cochran
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Already on the go but im going nowhere,
Though the freedom to go has a judgment,
It was newly founded by scarcity at ease
By those with meaningful intentions at war;
It's not enough to get myself all riled up,
But it's still there, with the dominance of one,
Three minutes to midnight and still going
As rumors of the earth collapsing get void.
I can in various ways find out for myself
The beauty of whatever I see fit within me
A backup of my entire life is what I need
Before I set out with it and see you again
In the sense of war being waged mentally,
One would wonder how this would work,
But as long as I feel myself at better ease,
Nothing can stop me from achieving goals.
Not too early but then not too late either,
Late and early are up for interpretation;
Everything in this world seems suggestive
No matter where one will find peace inside;
The day remains where we all lose innocence,
Though we normally claim it back for all,
Followed by losing it again, back and forth,
Until our minds become ever so indecisive.
Big Tech is the real scam prowling for blood,
Worse than the traditional Nigerian Prince,
Though one is legal and the other is illegal,
And who's what is pretty darn obvious;
I used to enjoy the internet but not anymore,
As a teen I used to crave having it and more,
But now from experience I know the truth,
And there will never be a way to go back.
"The Confused"
A poem by Jesse Cochran
*********
Already on the go but im going nowhere,
Though the freedom to go has a judgment,
It was newly founded by scarcity at ease
By those with meaningful intentions at war;
It's not enough to get myself all riled up,
But it's still there, with the dominance of one,
Three minutes to midnight and still going
As rumors of the earth collapsing get void.
I can in various ways find out for myself
The beauty of whatever I see fit within me
A backup of my entire life is what I need
Before I set out with it and see you again
In the sense of war being waged mentally,
One would wonder how this would work,
But as long as I feel myself at better ease,
Nothing can stop me from achieving goals.
Not too early but then not too late either,
Late and early are up for interpretation;
Everything in this world seems suggestive
No matter where one will find peace inside;
The day remains where we all lose innocence,
Though we normally claim it back for all,
Followed by losing it again, back and forth,
Until our minds become ever so indecisive.
Big Tech is the real scam prowling for blood,
Worse than the traditional Nigerian Prince,
Though one is legal and the other is illegal,
And who's what is pretty darn obvious;
I used to enjoy the internet but not anymore,
As a teen I used to crave having it and more,
But now from experience I know the truth,
And there will never be a way to go back.
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