There is little I can stand
  I grow very bored
for lack of attention span
someone has cut the cord
but I’d rather have it this way
than to leave my gaze swayed
by faces and places replacing
the finer things at which I could gawk
  like side-walk scribblings
executed with chalk
  like ants working busily building
bridges made of leaves
  like envisioning fresh fruits
dangling their bloom from trees
I am not disinterested in the world
  but what the world sees
Ignorance spouting animosity
No understanding or appreciation
for what we really are
  Straight denial
at the idea we come from stars
So hooked onto what is hovering above
judging and toying in return for our love
Are our thoughts really our own?
Are the decisions we make always known?
  I question but never deny
the fact that my life is a lie
Some truths are never told
some mysteries never solved
The world will keep spinning
distractions will keep brimming
until we’ve lost ourselves entirely
and into the universe we dissolve