LOST

Take off that mask of burning remedies and let me see the inside for one slice of a second, only until my eyes have been blinded to the light of what is elderly and left. Municipalities are setting trees alight to fight the power of the night, and tomorrow I'll borrow a hand bound book. Silent eccentricities and electrical shocks are their treatment remedies so that nobody can feel any of the pain that has painted itself upon the walls. Everyone is too distracted by the glowing screens telling them left or right; we are a generation afraid of not knowing the way. Funny enough, it's the light-up squares with more touch-sensitivity than today's common man that seem to be getting us lost.