A world comes crashing down,
\nwhen, with nobody else around,
\nand faced with the torment
\nof a lack of honesty,
\nI’m regaled by the prospect
\nof what it means to be me.<\/p>\n
And drowning out that torment,
\nfully engulfed by the torrent
\nof a world so filled with noise;
\nthe information streaming
\nwords and pictures to numb my being.<\/p>\n
Words and pictures
\nto numb my being.<\/p>\n
This is the escape I’ve found
\nfor when my world comes crashing down.<\/p>\n
But the torrent still remains.
\nEmotionally charged I feign
\nan apathetic disregard
\nfor the things I’ve found so hard
\nin a life that lacks the honesty
\nof being who I want to be.<\/p>\n
When that honesty I cannot share
\nwith my own self when alone, I dare
\nto face, embrace, and take apart
\nthe battered shell I’ve presented
\nto the world that is this longed-for art,
\nand it’s only myself I’ve resented.<\/p>\n
But the shell that is this life I lead
\ncannot fulfill the longing need
\nthat takes away the loneliness
\nI must drown away in information;
\nstreaming words and pictures —
\ninformation —
\nwords and pictures…<\/p>\n
Entertainment.<\/p>\n
Knowledge is power,
\nbut the power is over me.
\nWhat will it take to break free
\nfrom this loneliness, dishonesty?
\nThat feeling that I am not me?
\nThe feeling I must relinquish power
\nto the world of words and entertainment
\nstreaming into my brain.<\/p>\n
A numbed and tired brain.<\/p>\n
A spirit trampled down and left behind
\nin egregious adventures of the mind
\nand body, but not the soul,
\nnot the one I really know
\nI can become.<\/p>\n
And this is fun?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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.<\/p>\n
And drowning out that torment,
fully engulfed by the torrent
of a world so filled with noise;
the information streaming
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