We are stuck in a loop Where we are objects ourselves, Learned to put on a display, Well sought after prices And used as the display cases To flaunt the prowess Of whoever owns us for this moment.
I yearn for someone Who sees the person within, And I know so do you.
Count your blessings, I say, And ours is time, Until eternity.
An edgy dialogue from a psychedelic play I wrote. We don't know simplicity here. *drowns in work*