"Taking Glass Trains To Nowhere, With Pockets Of Return Tickets"


Vacant stares
Falling on
Glassed-eyes
Empty
Yet still
Ironically-reflective
Reminding me of
This game
We hate
But still
We play
Like pawns
Subserving
To thoughts
And values
Just enough to
Get us by

Like fools
All aboard
Glass trains
Sound off
With no voice
In humanity’s
Broken game
Of plays
And pageants
A Misguided
Three-ring-circus
Standing in line
Protesting
Only to buy
Front row tickets
Like hypocrites

Then stagger
Back to
Our home
Our fortress
Our TV
Welcoming us
Back to
The same
Society
We avoid
But are still
Obsessed
To watch
In vain
Vicariously
Living
Living
Living

...but is this

...really life?

(Dance monkey, dance - Spin that wheel - I'll buy that for a dollar!)