Are we all obsessed

Are we all obsessed

Forever preoccupied

Am I

Drowning in self

Reflection

The weight of the world

The burden

Of stars

The billions who wait

For redemption

Those who gave up

Before I was born

After I’m gone

Lying in the dark

Hiding from life

Not knowing

What it’s for

Night flying

Building barriers

Counting costs

Making a break for it

Under cover

Acting naturally

Waking up

To

The same as it ever was

In the beginning

Before enlightenment

Proved

Nothing

Was as it seemed

Everybody lies

To themselves

A little

A lot.

Sometimes

It is inevitable.

We are fools

If we believe

We are alone

Together.

Songs of praise

Are no more

Than a dog whistle

As babies cry

And the helpless die

Victims of preoccupation