Parenthesis

Parenthesis

Living under the broad daylight

was something I had missed

but now as I move and am and interact

and trying to act; like my fellow robotic locusts,

(gone, my individuality lusts)

something is amiss

and I just cannot dismiss

the dark and sympathetic lonely nights

that are now devoured by sleep

(the morning's awakening is so steep)

there has to be a semblence of normalcy

it is the pillar of idiocracy

and bloody sweaty paper feeds its locomotive

this era's ulterior motive

gone are my happily dark thoughts,

this new persona has succumbed

to its turn-offs

in order to survive, one must divide

and conquer

the clutter

and cacophony of heartbeats

(this must be the ultimate nightmare)

of the clay puppeteer

the scenes behind the eyelids are cut

Jeanne's voices have been shut

keep your eyes open

bloodshot, the contacts must stay on

It's everyday life synthesis

bitter-routine symphony (I can change)

dreams in parenthesis

(but the memory remains)