My Journey Lies Elsewhere
The dark depths of content creation
Poetry
The dark depths of content creation
Dedicated to content creators.
Stories told for meaning have no meaning
For those who need it.
How can art be judged by those who
Know nothing about said art?
Does a hamster know Picasso?
Or an ant Monet?
The scariest part is not knowing.
Can I believe that which I can’t see?
Can I trust that which I can’t hear?
Can I dedicate myself to helping someone
Who has no incentive to help me?
I connect with others in solidarity
Attempting to know the unknowable
But I struggle with denial all the same.
Where does it end?
Lofty goals of promise and riches
seem contradictory to the reality of the situation.
A moment of lapse in judgment equals
A missed opportunity
A missed check
A missed creator who goes unheard, unnoticed,
unimportant.
To the algorithmic soul who sits on high and judges
I long to hear from you besides automated,
calculated, canned reports.
I await a future where we discuss.
The dreams have begun,
yet turn to nightmares far too often.
A click of the keys.
A rejection.
A click of the keys.
Exception.
How does one not understand the curator of curators of curators of ideas?
Seems simple. Seems easy. Seems messy and unwanted.
If your own opinion is better than ours, then why ask?
If my judgment is silly, needless, or uneducated,
then why the invitation to vote on that which you don’t understand?
Only to tell me that I am, in fact, the one who doesn’t understand.
What do you know, want, or feel?
My lifelong passion is overruled by outsourcing.
“The money isn’t worth it,” I’m told.
I’m not sure what you’re being paid in your real job
But it’s worth it for those
Who can hardly buy groceries some weeks.
Who have tens of thousands of dollars in student loans.
Your privilege is showing.
My journey lies elsewhere.
Not here with you.
I don’t want your apology or your understanding,
I ask the heavens to release me from this glue.
This trap.
“You can just leave,” I’m told. “Just stop.”
Have you ever purposefully incurred a burden upon your family?
How fast and quick you must be.
My jaw clenches, and my stomach churns
With each upload.
Unknown times, unknown dates, unknown rules,
Unknown worth, unknown people, unknown statistics.
To hell with your unknown.
I wait with bated breath the day I say goodbye
From this relationship of mystery.
Mystery beyond misery.
Darkness within silence.
I’ve got another one for you. Open Wide. Are you happy?
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