So much. Too much.
Why go through life in such a rush?
We laugh, fall, cry.
But why?
Standing still in the middle of an ocean,
productivity is a hollow remnant of emotion.
Workaholics, and dried tears.
Struggling to fight our fears.
We're untitled. Blank faces, and blank stares,
The lack of feeling makes me scared.
Untitled as always, faces behind faces, masks on masks,
calling ourselves trash.
Laughing at our own misery, a faceless wishing.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoésieThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
