with minds locked away in dusty snowglobes
we’ve trapped ourselves in a self-operated utopia
where rigid law is the order of the day,
the typical follow the predictable,
and ignorance is the latest trend.
our lives are cloned variations,
grinding along the same clockwork gears
we're chained to a system trading in trust (-cloaked lies)
as prisoners in the guise of kings
while we occupy ourselves
looking out for falling bodies,
lest misery loves company
and
misfortune ends our own.