Hollow Cities – Day 268, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Parading around in a mask is what most of us do year round.
While some say,
“I began watching to feel some excitement!”
The rest,
A select few,
Refused to masquerade in a lie meant,
To distract us from a truth most blissfully ignore.
The artificial love along comradery fading away as fast as a dark cloud gliding through a sky raining tears we’re so eager to pour,
And,
Drown each other in as soon as we get the chance to.
All in the name of good times coming at a cost.
Trails of destruction stemming from a mob,
Of emotions internalized until we’re forced to pop.
Littering New York Citt streets with our innards,
Mopped clean by souls who care too much to allow debris to linger,
Around a home bestowing timeless beauty canopied by the outcries of shameless sinners,
As blind as anyone can be when hurting deep down inside…
How can solidarity for anything besides a game exist,
Knowing how hollowed people are by a hard-knock life we’re all forced to live?…