I see a world full of itself.
Full of inside to the bone but hollow as it can be of real intimacy.
I see people trying to pass by as nothing was getting by them.
I see patience of wars for people are tired and entertained by superficial games.
There's enough in the world for it to be so but now the world is impossible
for we live in our own heads and the actions of humble individuality are
criminalized like audacious acts of self  and egoistic liberty.
For no one knows where we're going and no one questions it cause
the possible answer for it was already passed long ago.
Marching us to somewhere not safe to be.