A world comes crashing down,
when, with nobody else around,
and faced with the torment
of a lack of honesty,
I’m regaled by the prospect
of what it means to be me.

And drowning out that torment,
fully engulfed by the torrent
of a world so filled with noise;
the information streaming
words and pictures to numb my being.

Words and pictures
to numb my being.

This is the escape I’ve found
for when my world comes crashing down.

But the torrent still remains.
Emotionally charged I feign
an apathetic disregard
for the things I’ve found so hard
in a life that lacks the honesty
of being who I want to be.

When that honesty I cannot share
with my own self when alone, I dare
to face, embrace, and take apart
the battered shell I’ve presented
to the world that is this longed-for art,
and it’s only myself I’ve resented.

But the shell that is this life I lead
cannot fulfill the longing need
that takes away the loneliness
I must drown away in information;
streaming words and pictures —
information —
words and pictures…

Entertainment.

Knowledge is power,
but the power is over me.
What will it take to break free
from this loneliness, dishonesty?
That feeling that I am not me?
The feeling I must relinquish power
to the world of words and entertainment
streaming into my brain.

A numbed and tired brain.

A spirit trampled down and left behind
in egregious adventures of the mind
and body, but not the soul,
not the one I really know
I can become.

And this is fun?