it must be in our nature to forget
the immensity of the planet
since we are taught
to stuff ourselves
in an assortment of boxes
that in no way fit
who we're meant to be
suddenly
we are individuals in every way
except our dreaming
what do you expect
when imagination is crushed
between the gears of the machine
we can't even sing anymore
melodies are regurgitated
instead of inspired
apathy set to sound
we are dying
and celebrate it
accept the worst kinds of nihilism
draped in hope's clothing
of course
the blind are the only ones
who see
depressed knowitalls
who love to wreck the party
everyone else
is having.
(c) 2008 l.a.m.
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