Through the corridors of thought provoking what-have-yous,
there is nothing significant to sink our minds' teeth into.
But who should care? What’s it to you?
Nothing. . .
Go through these mazes of concrete and plastic,
the big boys’ playgrounds,
holding tight to your narcissistic perceptions.
Trust me, they will lead you through,
and you will be at the top.
But it’s lonely there.
But I wouldn’t know, so go ahead,
try it for yourself.
And you let me know how that goes.
Pull an Ayan Rhand on the world.
Or go ahead, be a Maggie,
I dare you!
Ignorance isn’t bliss.
Envelope yourself in a man-made fantasy.
“Man is the measure of all things,”
Not in this society, we’ve reduced ourselves to nothing
with an image of something. . .
We’ve wasted away to a tiny voice from a receiver,
to a few words on a computer.
We walk out of walls
and don’t live for ourselves anymore.