365 days of aRt. DAY NINETY-FIVE.

california dreams
are just a memory to me
i'm sleeping on the other side
of my own misery
this country's got a hold of me
selling me democracy
and things to make a better way
of living in the city
i'm ten floors up
above the rut
i dug when i was out of luck
and now i'm stuck just making love
to make me feel something
i'm numb from all the times
i've come for fun or come undone
and found my life in
someone else's hands
i wake up feeling nothing.

Blog about the piece:
I had a discussion over the weekend with a wonder woman of sorts, and let me just say she was radiant. We talked about worth and how so much emphasis is placed on what we have. When does it stop -- this over-consuming habit of America and all those 'things to make a better way of living in the city'? Have you ever tried doing without, just to see what happens, even if it's the tiniest of things? The thought of doing is the hardest part, but the funny thing is that most often times we just adjust. Right now I have over half of my family's belongings in a storage shed across town. I have only had to visit the shed for a few things, and the rest of it, to be honest, I could do without. Doing without all that clutter, the status symbols, the trinkets, and the just-in-case items, simplifies our lives. Maybe we can try to do without something for just a day. Maybe stretch it out to a week or a month, and just see if by chance doing without doesn't complicate your life but simplify it instead.