Country Roads

Country Roads

By: Rodolfo Perez

I’m learning to die,

Living to consume,

And learning to lie.

I don’t understand very much,

Like why she would give me that “lOOk”

Or why I became too afraid to touch.

I fell asleep in Mexico,

I woke up in reality,

I keep telling myself to let go,

As if my life is built on duality.

I do terrible things to remind myself how good life can be,

But I lose myself in the process.

Now I just face the crowds with a smile and glee,

Falling deeper and feeling less free.

I keep telling myself “this is what it means to feel!”

But I question whether life is worth feeling for.

It’s the pain of silent dread, but at least it’s real,

Rather this than the roar of unauthenticity.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

P.E.N.T.C.I.