disguised disarray

It's like standing in the rain,

Nothing feels real, neither joy nor pain,

this moment seems repeated,

Everything only hits me just the same

Where is my face?

Here is your jacket,

here is your path,

here is your work,

here is your check.

Arrows, bright lights, big signs

shoving us in some direction

Majority not thinking twice,

led on like mere blind mice.

Don't snatch away my dream,

I fight against this machine

holding hard to what's so far away,

left with gasping breaths that fray

A whale in the room,

nobody wants to notice it loom,

it sits there all day,

everyone afraid of what to say,

silence tolls and casts a day.