A World In Oblivion

Am I fated to go on living in this impervious place
where everyone wears a mask to conceal his face?
I'm floundering in this difficult period of time,
where no one understands the rhythm of rhyme.

I must search the deepest corners of my mind
for a region where oblivion cannot be defined.
I long to find a habitat where I can be me,
a sanctuary where my inhibitions are set free.

Mankind has become such an abstract machine.
Everyone walks to the beat of the same tambourine.
Egotistic are those blind to the needs of others.
A depth of indifference that stifles and smothers.

When did it happen, that it became a world of greed
where everyone wants more than they'll ever need?
Bump into me on the street, I know you don't care.
The oblivion in society is almost more than I can bear.

I cling to the prospect of a world in which I can behold,
a race of benevolent humans, as in stories long foretold.
Where no masks would be worn to disguise a feeling,
and no need for secrets of embarrassing revealing.

If there will be a place where human qualities exist,
it's a world in which I could more than just subsist.
I need to withdraw from this callous oblivious place,
and live where people are no longer a robotic race.


December 6th 2015
Oblivion Contest
Host: Rob Carmack

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