the minimum

I used to think that I'll be happier if I lived with the bare minimum. That all I needed was two changes of clothes, basic food and maybe weed, and entertainment in the form of books, films and art. It felt right and simple. This might not be YOUR concept of happiness, but yeah, it was mine. It could be easily explained with my origin, where I come from, the important thing is that now, I am in England, and oh dear I've seen your sickness. My concept of happiness will make most of you laugh or call me names. Nevertheless, I think I have a point, and I feel all ready to put it across, some day, some how. You might be too into yourself to care. I guess in a way I am too. Wanting to open the eyes of people who had it all and chose to shut them.

My concept of happiness was only a way of trying to exist knowing.... knowing what's really going on and we (yea you too) are being used. And we (yeah you too) are guilty. And we, feed and keep the whole thing going.
I wish there was a huge massive change. A natural disaster or a political ka-plam! change(but that would not only affect the poor). Something that even the people who were shades all the time would notice. And then, we would have to live with the bare minimum, and that, that would cause everyone to really know what they want. I mean, do you really want what you have? you want your life? are you saying that you're not pushed in any way to wear the clothes you wear? you're saying that from all the types of music that there are you're choosing what you're dancing? the truth is that there is a bigger picture... and sometimes it is your choice to look at it. A bigger picture of self-expression and freedom and freedom and freedom and justice.

I can't do anymore, than write tiny angry words... but maybe you can. Maybe you're more creative than I am, maybe you write music. Maybe you could create better music or better art if you stopped staring at your own belly.

you could find deeper feelings, maybe even a real meaning for your whole 'being alive' thing. maybe, you could even change the things you don't like.. maybe you don't even exist. maybe you'll surprise me, today my hopes all rest on a maybe and a you.