The writing is on the wall and yet the words mean nothing at all,
Through it all the crazy, strange and deceptively delirious soothe
Away, the fears of a kindness that is a curious fate,
Surreal are the moments full with isolation and indoctrination-
And which always seem to leave inner peace denied.
Compulsions of idle prostration obstruct the views of clarity,
Intoxicated by deceptive imagery we struggle through the days,
Searching always for better ways to achieve our innate humanity.