City’s Cold Stare

Yo, RT, fantastic poem, always as thought provoking and provocative as always 🙂

“We are fools! Always playing by the rules!”

This line in particular struck me because it’s true, we all heed rules that were established outside of our control and many in which oppress us. By obeying these rules we really are fools. Rules are a crucial part of any society, but when they become enacted without our direct say and the rules are controversial is when it is foolish of us to obey them. Rules are established to create a more safe and just environment for the community and society, once these guidelines start to stray from that ideal and only protect a minority of privileged individuals is when they are no longer ‘laws’ but more or less ‘regulations’, which specifically ‘regulate’ the population as to fulfill the needs of the privileged class.

“I’m needing room here to exist.
Contemplation of the sun set..”

This line also is significant. When you contemplate the value and point of your own existence, you begin to question everything, because subjectively, almost everything in reality pertains to you. If you don’t feel as though you belong, than other natural customs and events (i.e the sun rising) become questionable as well. Why do such things happen, when we’re in a position like this? I could also interpret that phrase as wondering what could happen ‘after the sunset’ which could be a metaphor for the ‘dark’ ‘cold’ times (phases of depression) which are represented as nighttime. By questioning the sunset you may also be questioning if the sun will rise again. When you don’t trust anything, not even nature or phenomenons as reliable as the sun rising, it makes your life seem even more mundane, hopeless and very, very lonely. Living a cynical life is intensely painful.

Really well written, well done RT, good to see you around 🙂