A fabricated escape
From the everyday pace
Of life as we know it
Will once become hazy
In all of its frenzied particular
Knowing what we don’t
But vocal in a forest
One all the same
And we move seconds before
Our limbs go cold
Icy and numb and rigid
Laying face up
To the void
We once may call home
But until then we try
To find a way out
Of this maze we call giving
And we can’t comprehend
What is going on
In front of our eyes
But we might forget
Our intelligible selves
Not too soon
With the help of our minds
And the passing of words
From evolution to human
Finding control from
A chemical unknown
Then the skies turn shadow
And we think it’s the best
But really understanding
Is a grain of sand
In the hourglass
We are forever trapped
Inside the walls
We see our freedom
We see our fears
But we can’t see the concealed
And we can’t see the hand
That feeds us
Is also the hand that keeps us down
An ocean of bleached smiles
Raise their dirty hands for
A comfort
The sense of everything being
Neat, clean, orderly,
Not falling, rising and final still
Nothing lasts forever
So save unnatural causes
For time well spent
Be complete and oblivious
Have your contented other
Pass through the box
That fills your sphere
With soft light and silent
Diseases plaguing a nation
Bound for the great beyond
Years before they should
Can’t do anything but
Absorb it internally and
Ingest its advertised acids
Comes with the shame
Of corporate insomnia
Requires you to never
Be subconscious enough
To breathe without variants
Keep your eyes red
And your mouth shut
Lay down
Die for the unseen power
Be confused about the conflicts
But don’t let go
Don’t rebel until
Unanimously the vote
Is agreed and
We all go home
Less independent than before
In our minds its there
But outside to them
We are naked and vulnerable…
Underground reality
Creates a change
In the current we sit in
pollution to the world
with so many civil
unauthorized species
now part of the globe
so doomed to repeat itself.

 
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