The cycle awaits
I should avoid it somehow.
Breeding  feelings of despair,
People we love eaten by the penetrating fear.

Impearmable souls, burning within the common lie that we breathe.
In touch with the world,
Forming scars with it's tears.

We have all been enslaved,
Few to no options to escape.
It's not as bad as it seems,
Some argue it's worse.
But all we need is here and it's  free!
We are just blinded by it's majesty
What an irony.

Seems like we don't really want to see
The arousing reality.
Everyone is buried deep,
With mindsets and souls that are not their own anymore.

It may seem sad and depressing, indeed.  
But it is only our truth, as blissful as it can be