Writing, writing everywhere, nor any thought to think

 

Onward go
The marching masses
Occupied by
Mundane madness
Escape attempt
Through each excess
Nearer everyday
To that which
Some may call bliss

Feigned a look
With eyes averted
Reality left us
Disconcerted
Thus we left
The truth deserted
And settled for
A story told that we
Could easily dismiss

A second more and
We grew weary
The audience mood
Was dark and dreary
By man made light
It looked so eerie
Distraction hid
From our sight
All that was amiss

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