Society

The bottles lay strewn across the floor.
The bed sits unmade.
Nothing disturbes this empty room until 3:15.

3:15..the time the lonely soul who inhabits this space enters,
only to leave again every morning by 6 AM.

Rinse and repeat, never with enough time to make the bed.
Never with enough time to make the bed.
But this is a life...or the effects of one...the pinnacle of average american splendour...and the fruit of a lifes labor, and my greatest fear.

For these blue eyes to turn brackish and grey.
To be continually drained by the fibrous roots of a grand socialistic achievement, this city deemed "freedom".

A facet of a system designed to keep the poor people poor, the consumers consuming, and the leaders in control, all to put a dollar in the pocket of the wise.

This isnt something you fall prey to, its something your born into, this is modern existence. Im getting carried away, lets venture back to the room shall we?

This room, this shell, was known not only as a life, an existence, a career, but also as waking hours to a dreamer, a blindfold to a visionary, and shakles on the wrists of a free spirit.

Who could ask for more? Or less? Isnt this the picture of success? Yes.

Those who dare question this system of life are those on corners, Financing their existences by the inadvertant alms given them from the upper class community, and gathered at the local well of refuse.

Those modern outlaws, those invalids.

They are the ones with problems! Surely!
Picking up on my sarcasm? I hope so.

What should one dare to ask for?
Where would one go?

The room, its doors, its windows, all barred by the cold steel of now. The solitary window overlooks the city called freedom, and the assylum known as society. The city of modernism beneath a bruised bleeding sky.

The masses know love as their only deffense. Be it the love of themsleves, of indulgences, or the love of others. Freedom begs no greater deffense or justification, why should the people? We are the future, impending demise, we are wealthy, we are worthless.

Feed us.