observe the petty voyeurs… looking into your life… the analytical mindless… observe the scapegoat of this place… for this place… never forget the face… this place is too close to reality… this place is too close for comfort… and the irony is they’re not real at all… just plastic images with mouths that speak… robotic movements… the programmed lifeless… incorporated into your corporation… of fast food delights… and the lazy hungry come here to pay… come to sit, clog their arteries and waste away… it’s the same everyday… never really focusing on what we say… it’s routine, it’s tired… and so am i… am i so?… give me room to breathe and grow… and in certain light i glow… and throughout the day i fall into a daze… always in the zone of a thinking will… have i got it still?… is this to go or to stay?… i count backwards from infinite days… have i touched a single life?… lightened the cloudy vision of some?… or am i just another one… to be replaced when i’m through?… perfect picture painted in black and blue… am i thought of as a fiend… when i’m really just another josephine?… never to teach, only to be taught?… the sensitive heart always gets caught…..
©1998 josephine b. ciliento