Updated: Aug 31, 2019
Rebelling the conformities of surrounding ants
Burrowed in concrete and gritty touch
No home of mine will ever be yours.
Everywhere I gaze in anyplace
I see too many eyes escaping from life.
We sponges absorb what surrounds us
and I strive to pick and choose
but I'm dragged in without a second thought.
unknowingly adjusting to the brightest of lights
and infinite corners of bland squares.
This modern path haunts and daunts my past and future
But I wouldn't be here tonight without what lies inside
because I've had enough of this puppet life.
I'll take my own guilt and regret instead
Slip off at any opportunity
and slide away under your nose.