Scuttling about like worker ants,
With no Queen in pandemonium.
A high school drop out drug dealer,
Trying to figure out how much money is owed to him.

No direction just the herd,
They see thru eyes but not the third.
Constantly moving their mouths,
But not saying a word.

Glued to tubes,
Your sense of self misconstrued.
Thirsty in the drought,
For freedom from the cube.

No dimension,
Raze on the steps towards ascension.
Facing a daily battle with tension,
Cause I can’t deal with the dissection.

Probed minds and strobe lights
I just can’t cope right.
I just might,

Give in, and forget all about the sublime.
Wanting to turn the page and find the truth,
But all I find are empty lines.