a society pulled into a mindless trance
engaging in willful mind-washing and servitude
concerns me for our survival
and furthermore our potential for thriving life.
color psychology, too much capital, and power hungry people
in cohorts to keep us distracted and encaged without reasonable doubt
walls can be invisible but sturdy
chains no longer clanking to remind of our capture
monotony and distraction is our enemy
we are not out enemies
maybe the scene has gone dark and grey but despite the looks
the dread and, even feeling, I hold hope for us.
Thats really all we can do, so long as that hope is actionable!
Welcome Back! Smile, color and find another to wake :)
About the Creator
Sady Bayne
Just your average life enthusiast, out here trying to write or whatever. Making the most of anything and everything.
Obsessed with living and, well, the deep stuff... like your soul color or what 2 animals together is you
Have a great day :)
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