The bright light illuminates,
Smiles and cheers and mugs for all.
But certain seeds are barely blooming,
Only seen when darkness falls.

Hidden between the cracks,
The truth only discovered when void of black.
Cloaked by the claustrophobic,
Looking back

I see so much suffering,
Hidden in the shell of a smile.
Ready to cut the cord,
So only I can redial.

Putting words on paper to try and understand the grind,
Feeling bland and blind,
So I write to expand my mind.

A state of flux,
Oblivious to the world around.
There lies no quiet in a riot,
All you hear is the gunshot sound.