Chewing On Glass…

Prison rules are in full effect
New slavery has nothing to say
Too scared all of it will go away
Born with nothing
Too late to stop the trend
If I told you there could be a better way
No one would listen anyway
Self-absorbed in something that doesn’t exist
There are no more heroes left
When there are this many losers still left in the game
Feel as though once this mattered
Though at this point I don’t know any better
Incarcerated and chained to a screen
New slavery had nothing to say
Too afraid that it has gone away
To protect something they never had to begin with

I’m sure there is something that could be said about this… but I think I need a new desk… or maybe a new view?… Writing in a room with no windows really does bring the soul down… Then again I’d have to distract myself with an endless list of things I would have to do…

Pretty sure that’s what my brain really wants… it isn’t anything physically new… just a new distraction… I really do enjoy a good distraction… something to really hold me back for no reason at all…