The Catcher In The Rye

Standing at the edge
Understanding
That which is unknown
The sickening truth

Children
Run innocently
Adults
Live naively

I wish to reach out
To grab them
Before they fall
But who will believe me
I will be termed insane

They rely on that which is
False
They thrive on that which is
Fantasy

They don’t realize
Their slim chances of survival
They don’t comprehend
The meaning of genuine blessings

We got a gift
We get it every day
But we still don’t understand
We don’t untie the ribbons

They deny mortality
Afterlife and G-d
They refute the fact that they live
In a blinding facade

No one is authentic
No one really exists
Society just produces costumes
With the same playwright profession

Humanity’s behavior
Is corrupt and insane
People are all ignorant
Conceited and vain

Fleeing about in the rye
Blind to what lies ahead
All the while I sit watching
Trying to prevent so many dead

Standing at the edge
I understand
To save the world is impossible
I can only save myself
The ill-fated truth
Of the Catcher in the Rye

 

 

 

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