We are deliberately wasting our lives,
everyone around me.
Killing time, Just wanting it to pass
wishing the focus be taken off me.
I am living for my fantasies
and religion, even if it turn inhuman,
I have lost my search for peace,
my human love and even my knowledge acumen.
Mob’s feeling we escalate,
Measured knowledge we acquire,
We never step out of our caves
labeling sun as a dangerous desire.
Working to gather the shadowed
but celebrated intra-honor.
Yet when truly praised,
we act an excellent fawner.