Deafening silence
Screams in my head
Blind insight
Shows me the way
As I roam through this life
Day after day
Exasperated
Numb to the bone
Are we all out of our minds?
Is there anyone home?
Or are we all just burn outs
From the technical age
Fast paced nowhere
Chicken pick wage
Creative thinking
Smothered and dead
Traded for production
Of the masses instead
Will Artistry once
Be illegal with time
Because it is something
That requires a mind?
Glad to read your blog
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And I am glad you are here!! Thanks so much for leaving a comment. As you know, that is nicer than anything else 🙂 Have a wonderful Spring Weekend!!!
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YES !!!!!!!!!!!
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