I feel numb,
not good
not bad
but a curious poke could shatter me
i feel rust
not good
not useful
touch me and I may crumble
I feel mindless
so good
not bad
Society praised me for this
I do not see
I do not hear
I am the watcher
just waiting to die
Are we all not
watchers
are we all not, worrying about
funeral plans
Birth,
School,
Job,
Death.
The process of the human life,
i see no freedom
I hear no justice
Society is laughing
but we can all not hear,
the cackle of its knowing
society set up the cycle
and we are its slaves.
