I had a bad day, but hey I wrote something. I guess one hand bleaches the other...

I hide
Behind this smile,
This face.
Charm that sells poverty to privilege

Convincing myself that success is palpable.
Selling myself the same faulty products.

Glasses never helped me see,
Legally blind dreams,
Dreams of capitalism.

I am middle class dream
Following instructions as I am allowed to think that will is really free
Believing in modern miracles wearing commercially correct attire.

When I hurt, shopping wakes my spirits.
I am such a good drone, it's what I do best.
So good at losing air, water, mind.

In the spaces between my thoughts, reside truth.
Crouching behind a bar
Hiding itself,
Afraid to confront blissful ignorance

And I still haven't found my place.
And I still lose my place
Even though I've never known where it was to begin with.

Jeopardy answers still don't come in question form,
Void of questions
Problems and solutions leading to the same ends

Sitting on infinite bound trains
No destination
Only empty thoughts
Hundreds following equal paths
They all feel the same as far as I'm concerned.
We all carry the same empty face
Searching in the spaces directly in front of us.
Mute

Almost alive,

Almost found,

Almost content.