in a world of anonymous strangers
we surrender to the trendy lure
of being something we’re not
hoping integrity won’t seize our soul
and ruin our imperfect happiness
while blindly we sleepwalk like mindless zombies
crashing into this, tripping over that,
unable to rid ourselves of the
monotone voices that urge us
to touch, but not to feel,
to look, but not to see
our faceless selves
all going nowhere,
seeking nothing
We, as humans, are a mystery to me sometimes – for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mystery
Well said!
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Thanks, Sandy!
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You are welcome!
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