The Worlds Flamboyant Creations
Realizing reality is relative I
remembered,
Déjà vu yet still I quickly
disengage,
My remaining remnants of
righteousness rendered.
Auto pilot seemingly protective
as they re-enslave,
Us..and they as the media-my
meditation is static,
Addictive is this world- thus my
addictions predicament
Society never thought white
lies would be so problematic..
Now currently the problems
erode our freedoms into
imprisonment.
Prisoners how do you do!?
Imprisoned by greedy people
that lack character at very
least,
You all should feel so stupid
and that feeling is past due,
But there I go acting like one of
the weak.
You don't see the picture, the
one painted or otherwise,
Under skies of pollution
trapped in our atmosphere..
Our society could never truly
feel the pull of the moon or our
humble tides,
Human life too flamboyant to
coexist under our stratosphere.
The Worlds Flamboyant
Creations.
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