This Day and Age

Photo taken by Su San Lee courtesy of Unsplash

The yawning pit

of emptiness

pollutes our exaggerated

consciousness.

Awareness of

worn-out shoes

shreds the souls

we step on,

daily…

Spinning out of control,

we lock on to windows

that show us scenes

of a digital reality.

It’s real

when your mind

agrees.

Trapped inside

the distortion,

we forget

we are slaves

to nothing.

A kaleidoscope

of promised dreams

jumbled about

and handed out

to the wrong people.

weekly…

Fascinations with facades

shades the light of truth

from our eyes

to keep our brains

from bleeding.

It’s real,

the way your

mind remembers it.

Every year

the same reel plays,

glitching,

flickering the

memories

away,

convincing us

that everything

is OK.

The mind

is a liar

every

single

day.