Iwasreally

...lost

I had to do something...

I had to do find...

...myself

“tackle the problem at its roots”, they say

So I did.Too literally perhaps.

I investigated my roots and came up with... this....

Something was...

m i s s i n g

IT WORKED!

for a while...

but it just didn’t feel right. I’m not my family. My family is not me. Who am I?! Allowing my fam-ily, genetics and the environment I grew in define who I am is insane. Otherwise we’d all be the same. There would be no sense in living for we would already know the future. There would be no future. No time. There would be no future. We wouldn’t look forward for things to happen. No excitement. No surprise. Pretty much no emotions whatsover. We would be machines, boring machines. So, who am I?! That I’m not a product of the environment I live in I am certain. So, who am I?! I can’t handle this anymore. I have to find out. I am going to find out. I will! I will! I definitely will! But how!? How will I do that!? I tried searching on google. Nothing came up. I asked people and they told a bunch of random stuff. I think they’re about as lost as I am, they just can’t see it or prefer to ignore the fact and think otherwise. They’re more than lost. So how will I do it!? OMG. I asked my friends on Facebook, I asked my followers, I hash tagged #FeelingLost, I even posted a picture on Instagram showing how lost I am. Do they even care?!? I wonder how many retweets, favorites, likes and comments I would’ve got in case I had hashtagged #GettingThatPaper or #NewWatchAlert. I wonder... I just wonder... Do they even care?!? I am lost. They’re lost. We’re all lost. Where are the human beings that used to inhabit earth?!? Humanity is gone. Masks. Masks. Masks. Masks. Masks. “...wear my heart uppon my sleeve”, “look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under’t”, “I am not who I am”, “fair is foul, and foul is fair”, “not so happy, yet much happier”, “So foul and fair a day I have not seen”, “Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask”. Appearences. It’s all about appearences now. We put who we really are under layers of appearences and materialistic endeavors. More friends on Facebook, more followers, more retweets, more likes, being the most popular... Blinding masks. I wonder what will happen

when the masks fall. It’s all about appearences. Humanity is gone. We are lost.

it didn’t feel right at all. i’m not. not me. who?! environment. all the same. no sense. future. time. no. we look for things. excitement. sur-prise. much emotions. boring . am i?! live certain. so?! i can’t. i have. going out. will! i! definitely! but!? will I!? on google. nothing. people random stuff. they can’t see and think otherwise. lost. lost. lost. more

lost. i!? omg. facebook, followers, hashtags, instagram. lost. care?!? won-der. i ... just wonder... DO THEY EVEN FUCKING CARE?!? lost.

we’re all afraid. afraid. fear. human beings inhabit earth?!? gone. we’re all hiding our fear. masks. my heart, the serpent under’t, i am, and foul, not

so happy. so foul. who? a mask. now. we are materialistic. more, more, more, most popular... blinding. all. we. lost. gone.

Do we even care?!

calm down...

calm down...

I REMAINED CALM

BUT THEN

I must do something.

I must get conscious

“...look in the mirror and know I’m therewhen my hands are in the air and

I’m proud to say thatI’m real.”

finally...

IT FEELS

IT FEELS

but now...

I can’t be the only one

I have to help the others

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“What is your life about? Enlighten me.Are you going to live on your knees or die on your feet?”

- Ab Soul