The game of life
A sea of life ebbs and flows Mob of hundreds united yet isolated and enigmatic One with each other in apathetic, self-absorbed bliss. Blissfully secure in each clan’s myopia. Triumphantly confident that the reality is their own. Comically unaware of the cosmic chaos perpetuating the mass delusion of disillusion preferring pills blue not red. Yet alone I stew in my cynical broth of disapproval such that pity finds me rather than those scorned by my wit.
