Slowly
Unbolted,
An aperture
Inside.

Mind.

A rift
Settles
In.

There is
No measure
Of seconds,
Or hours.

Time.

Finding
Reassurance
In
What billboards
Display
As
Happiness.

Everywhere,
Every time.

Running, running, running;
You can't leave this world.

Behind.

Feeding,
So blind.
Constantly
Monitoring
Others.

Lives.

Judging blindly;
To take a glance
In the mirror.

Sometimes.

Knowing
It's a
Far
Cry
From
Circumstances.

Here.

Is that what
Brings
Us closer
To finding
What we
Seek?

Displayed
In the form of
Material
And Physical
Things...

Nothing in
This
World,
Can
Satiate.

This aperture.

See.