there's it for you to see
all in eastman color
in the most vivid of hues
lives of all the people
you've ever wanna be
and you lead an artificial life
knowing of a lot of things
others want you to know
trying to keep in touch
with all the happenings around
but all you wanna do
is to run away from
the real happenings within you
you sit and stare
and emote and comment
a fucking fake involvement
and when no one's looking
you let your gaze wander
to your palms
as you gaze at the lines
and wonder for the nth time
why you ever let them
make you do all this
it's just a television
but do i really care ?
1 comment:
u like classes..dont you? :P
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