we fail to see past
day to day
people falling, business churning
outnumbered
outcasts to the machine
placebo the population
of insects
confides in
something better round the next turn
one day it might be
regardless, its happiness right here
to see the next day
keeps us comfortable
horizons are a memory blank
a thought never spoken
basic instinct prevails
tomorrow is a sunrise away
It's not really a poem per se...Its a bunch of thoughts that I jotted down on paper...I think it could be broken down into smaller poems
