miércoles, 27 de abril de 2016

And at the end of the day it was the end of your life

Those unguarded eyes
Dumb and superficial
I’m bored with it all. 

A wide open smile
Illuminates glazed eyes.
They window a minute soul
Emptier than you could know.

Such bland dreary people
Choosing actions over thoughts.
In a day to day charade
They don’t realize they’ve been made.
Made by routine, made by orders

Made by everything before them.