A Peek Behind The Veil

Social Sense

Reclusive people wrapped in comfort
Hidden behind walls, hung up on hangers
Eyes trained in pleasure seeking sport
Tunnel vision being the default setting

Soft murmuring reaches a cresendo
Of laughter and passionate storytelling
Straining to hold together for another night
Jumping to fulfill needs at the smallest reason

Chewing the gum of social sense
Finding myself starving
From a lack of sustainance
Under the weight of the crowd