Life seems to mean so little,
in our cities of material excess,
the silk curtains that keep the light out
are our cages,
our narrow circles, our shackles.
Yet we are happy with false friendships
and falser values,
we register a heavenly day
when the sun has already set,
and so we trudge back to our now comfortable cells.
We’ve been deceived by billboards
and the American dream,
in a world of hyper-connectivity,
we are lonelier than we’ve ever been.