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Originally posted by earthtone
Look at the floor people of the world
Look at your feet
when you pass each other on the street.
Esoteric, hidden, and both,
plugging your lips on your parallell trips.
Through the undergrowth
under the city
The tubes and stuffy queues
too worn to show no pity
When i read the above it reminds me of the sadness i feel sometimes the depressed atmosphere in your words is similar to myself when i open my eyes every now and then to the world.
Communication in fear (Ufo cover up, oppression against people in this world who want to think for themselves, this sentence is so true.)
consolidation in silence.
Silence in confidence, or violence.
Noisy books lie next to silent crooks.
The rat race crushing the rats who rattle
under the city
Through the drains and metal caves where
the trains have no pity
The above paragraph reminds me of governments, the peoples 'consolidation in silence.' And the people 'silence in confidence, or violence' are the truth holders who have to live with this threat (top level security clearances). Noisy books strikes me as rebellion brewing away all the time but nothing happens because the rat race (govts) crushing the rebellions.
Information with injected desires (Which brings me on to this sentence, the rat race using dis info and trickery to remain powerful.)
on the wall,
In the carriage
Making us ill, and moving and both.
This universe is hard to explain.
I want to go back.
And who says it was ever any better or did you mean to a time when you knew no better.