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?