Foregoing clarity in this unrelenting nightmare
the dreary eyes of the unwitting and reluctant sycophant
gaze distantly into oblivion.

Discarded words and philosophies fill bags
that are carried wearily through
the heavy fog of self-importance.

Breathing in the distance between an empty conversation
and a pointless diatribe within one's own mind
bitters the soul and darkens the eyes.

Living in this distance is a world
of troubles and fears that now numb the senses
and callous the heart.