Artificial Flavors On A Plate Of Gold – Day 117, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Food for thought,
Nowadays,
Is artificial.
Ideas refined by a process of elimination:
Abandoning what makes us human.
Intelligence automated by a vicious cycle of repetition.
Robotic in our movement towards salvation.
A salvation we’ll never reach through a diet of lies most are forced to consume.
But,
Why do we continue our walk towards darkness?
Where truth cannot be seen for miles,
And,
Miles on end?
Are we addicted to destruction,
Or,
Has love gone dead?
I guess,
We’ll never know unless,
We let it all go.
Everything pulling our heads down like,
A ventriloquist with intentions we unfold by,
Crashing on a pavement made of gold.
As our blood drips.
And drips.
Stains left as decorations for others to admire.
Glistening amongst our horizon.
A mere clone of a sunset attracting so many starry eyes dying,
To see a brighter future only few get to see…
Through a gravesite,
Deserted,
By loved ones turned into shadows with an inability to grieve…