Bees in my Tea

Relax Take a break Get eight hours of sleep You’ll be happier I would believe that If I were allowed to But the system never changes Pulled this way and that way We need to meet too many expectations Do your homework Pay attention Don’t fall asleep in class You need to go to college It’ll be worth it in the end But my eyes are getting heavy And we all just want some sleep But we’ll keep on working And working And working And working But work is never complete  And we’ll never get any sleep But they keep on talking About the changes we need to make But we’re stuck in your system Just let us take a break And it never changes Never ever changes They won’t change it They’ll just tell us to go to sleep

            Adrienne turned to me, pointing at a sign close to the front of the line for the ferris wheel. “No single passengers,” she read. “Ha, I guess that means only Rufus can go.” “Well darn,” said Rufus, the second of the two friends accompanying me. “Guess you’ll just have to wallow in your singleness together.” I swatted at Rufus’ shoulder. “Too bad George isn’t here. You’re stuck with us.” Adrienne laughed and took a step forward in the line.  I looked up at the ferris wheel in excitement. I loved ferris wheels, and the Cedar Point ferris wheel was one of the biggest I had ever had the opportunity to ride. It was a must-do attraction on my list of things to do on the eighth-grade field trip.  “Are you excited to ride the ferris wheel? I bet the view is amazing up there,” I said to no one in particular. “Yeah, I freaking love ferris wheels,” said Adrienne. “I wanna take pictures once we’re at the top.” “Well I’ve never been on a ferris wheel,” said Rufus. “So I guess I’m ki

          I envy people who don’t wear glasses. What would it be like to have perfect vision? What would the world look like? Would I be able to see the fine print that I normally can’t even with the glasses? Do things appear clearer? More detailed? What does distance look like to them? People who don’t wear glasses see the world as it is, as it is meant to appear before us, but that doesn’t make my vision or perception of things false does it? I still see the same world they do, just in a different way. The world around me is muddled and hard to make sense of. The words are hard to understand. Distance difficult to evaluate. People hard to understand. If only I could show them my world. Let them see what it looks like to me. Show them that I can’t understand the world they build for me. Show them that it doesn’t work for me, yet I’m stuck living it. Yet every time they put on the glasses the world they see is distorted and nonsensical. Just as unbearable for them as their world is

    Crossing the threshold. It's the commitment to the cause. A vital part of the Hero's Journey. The hero, ready or not, heads into the unknown to face the danger of their journey head-on.     If my life were the storyline of some grand work of fiction, 2020 would be my threshold. If I were the hero embarking on their journey, this would be the turning point.      Our world is in a state of chaos. Disease decimates the population. Climate change threatens the well being of not just the human race, but the whole planet. Civil unrest and war turn people against each other. Politics and corruption paint the setting of a torn world in its darkest hour.     Among the disarray and mayhem rises a new generation. Too young to make a difference, but old enough to understand what is happening in the world around them. A generation who could not remember a lighter time and thus strived to make one for themselves. People who looked at the world around them and to wanted change it. People

    Just a person doing people things. That's all any of us really are. We're all like animals in a safari with the internet as our observation deck. Whether I'm the animal or the observation deck is for you to decide. We all view the world in different ways, and I respect that.  At least I can make my observation deck pretty.     I feel that we have certain experiences, lenses if you will, that we look at the world through, some of them rarer than others and others more common than we think. We can never be exactly sure what others see through their lenses, as no two people have the exact same set, but I want to know. I want to know how other people feel, how they think. I want to gain that perspective. And I want to give others my perspective too. Lend them my lenses, whoever "them" ends up being.     We're all unique in our own way. That's human. Yet sometimes that uniqueness is what can make us feel like rejects or outcasts. By understanding each other