The Jungle Book

This misty sky a reflection of our misty life in its sucked up, clouded vision without any sense of perception, its hopes, its desperation, its life, clinging, slipping, dropping away from view, from all of us, droids and prefects alike, too numerous to see through the mess, too brain dead to think aloud, to escape from this sick world of profits in money not in hope or dreams or love or life, created by our bosses to protect and huddle us from the harsh realities of unknown centuries and create our own 'civil'isation, our life our hopes hanging on their walls The misty sky is all in our sight I want to be on the star shining bright