Hold onto my non-existent hand,
I’ll show you the structure of the human system
We’ll embark upon a diverse way of thinking amongst those who think adversely;
The colourful side of cynicism
The way in which an onlooker views Earth and its teeming supply of human beings
Their implications and their inclinations;
Their interchange and exchange of words and silly feelings
For there’s a line that severs those who hunger for the eyes of onlooker’s,
And those who are satiated in this
Ah, the things humans will do
To prove that they exist
There’s a grey dot that ruptures the black of those who have been used and unused
To the development of a conviction of a useless fate;
From the white of those who are on their way to the black
—currently riveted in the ‘used’ state
It’s an appalling realisation, yet sprinkled with immertion
That such simplicity as a lone judgement thrown in one’s trajectory,
Can make the foundation they’ve built for years
Come crashing down in all of its glory
©
