I have never found attention nor consumption, to be less desirable than I do now.
Such stifling elements in society,
deprived of substance.
Lost,
tethered deeply to the simplistic wants,
of now.
My mind seems truly unlike those around.
It's as if being me,
means I shall forever be lost,
within this superficial crowd.
Lost,
as I with what little insight I have,
attempt to comprehend what we mere humans,
are all about.
Attempt to simply be the one,
who doubts.
Eyes seek prey in the form of other eyes.
One consumes the mind,
hoping it shall never thrive.
To speak absent tongue,
see absent eyes.
Rely only on,
what's been told to one's little mind.
Is this how one survives?
I know not,
what hides within the mind.
But, self surely cannot exist,
within such narrow lines.
To be so blind.
To leave behind,
thoughts you once kept inscribed within the mind.
All to exist,
as alike.
Is to have substance,
stripped out of the mind,
you once defined.
©lamarcus12
L