| in a room filled with laughter and chatter |
| being unable to hear anything |
| looking for some semblance of reality |
| when everythings seems to be so unreal |
| fooling around |
| wondering how much is illusion |
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| zapping and zooming around the surface |
| wishing to dig for treasures forbidden |
| desire to rage out of illusion |
| hoping for bits and pieces of reality |
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| what has happened to us all |
| to cause us to float about |
| to flit in and out of each other's lives |
| to chatter but no longer touch the depths |
| greater emphasis on worldly self |
| than caring for soul |
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| seems fun on surface |
| but isn't it all empty |
| lonely in a crowd |
| I miss the easy and simple life |
| now its just a crowd |
| I don’t do crowds well… |
