Progress

As technology gets better and better
So does many other things.
Vehicles of all sorts help people
Get to where they need to go,
Plant or harvest their next crop,
Or perhaps help others keep in contact.
Here I am though, like a wall that has been
Painted over and over again.
On the outside its looks like progress has been made;
Things have gotten better.
But under all that paint, that façade…
Nothing has changed at all. It is still a wall.
Perhaps it has decayed a little bit.
Sure it stands strong, but it is what it is;
Nothing can truly change it short of destroying it.
I am that wall. On the outside, you think I have changed;
Just throw on shirts and slack, and make my hair fancy.
I start off strong, but soon…soon I start to falter, start to decay.
Soon I lose my foundation and fall, I crumble…I am destroyed.
I guess if you were to ask of my progress I would say
That I went from pretending to be something to
Being what I am – nothing.
My progress, is truth. My progress is fact.
Truth that I realized there is no use in pretending,
And the fact that by pretending, I won’t get anywhere anyway.
So you see…I have made progress – from lying to facing the truth of myself.
There are so many things out in the world that help other progress,
But me, no matter what I will fail and fall to the ground.

 
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