Day in. Day out.
Do we know what this is?
I'm happy to say that I don't!
But maybe you do,
and to be honest I can't tell you that I understand your life.
I don't.
Possibly it's the motions of glimmering lights flashing off your blindingly tinged windows;
that seem to let the outside world spill into your unnatural mountains.
Where it only cast looming shadows across everyone else's day.
People that once could see castles and dragons, now only see 9 to 5.
Specks of compost are the only waste left of their Papier-mâché landscapes,
an area that once composed vast fjords and lava pits;
things that only existed in fantasy have been sliced for the day in day out.
Although this is all speculation, since I don't know the day in day out.
I am only a college kid, and my day thrives on speculatory dreams.
Is this the institution that sold parts of your identity away?
I'm sorry to say, but I don't know,
until then I can't understand,
some day I will,
then I'll know if it's them or was it just us the whole time.
That slowly stole ourselves away.