as subtle as can be
categorized as insanity
a pleading shriek
for an escape,
its a symphony,
orchestrated by movement
of hurried machines
of hurried beings
a blizzard of flesh,
and a dying scream
paper, worth peoples dreams
words, what does it even mean?
objects morphed into obscure nonsense.
thoughts conjured, in our silly minds
lucid nightmares, and something called time?
psychotic, that's what we all are.
greedy, it's a lifestyle worshipped by few
coping, lets just go to a bar
im sick and tired of living this far.
wait, few? what do you mean?
only cause few got the chance, my comrade, don't you see?!
lets get back to the busy street,
an urban civilization where all corners meet
a sin in an alley, an exchange in a taxi
whats new? its all on repeat.
a greeting, an excuse me, why do we say it?
do we even mean it?
madness runs through our
sane, sane, world
sane enough to be able to ****
sane enough to claim freedom is real
sane enough to know what is not
so what is it!?
you tell me, mister.
cause i would love to know.
educate us please, once more.