Eyes veiled and full of misconceptions
I've been tested in the wake of expectation
Mass produced humiliation
Induced to become reclusive and stricken
A great appreciator of silence
Resilient and resistant
as I ponder my own completion and reliance
I shy my eyes from the broadcast and bypass the heart
that only beats and tracks superficial consummation
With such a great fear of sedation and the props preserved for consumption
Contemplating my voice in constant wonder if I will be beaten for seething over
the strange structure that kills spirit
I digress and rest at ease convinced I am blessed for I can see