I've become this plain Jane person Melted into a crowd of lost souls Drained from passions, dreams, & individuality A subject of America land of the free Home of the NAIVE to think this is "living" to waste 100 years never "living" for objects, & replaceable trinkets Not seeing the uncreated memories & unbiased truth what it is to me was more than a nine to 5 but instead I am stagnant glazed into the layers upon layers of white coffee mugs & ceramic
This is a poem I found from when I was in high school - I never finished it but it's interesting to read now...