I am one of the faceless many,
All uniforms and funeral veils,
A legion of cogs,
Clay impersonating vitality,
Constricted by LED screen vines,
Bound for no greatness,
Eyes that don’t see,
Ears that hear only wind,
A mouth that murmurs only delusions,
A false face,
I know I’m no different,
In this crowd of grey nothings,
You won’t see me,
You won’t know me,
I too am faceless.

Comments
  1. Ah, it can be so at times eh. Well penned my friend.

  2. shauna says:

    A recurring theme for many of us these days.

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