Please leave me in ignorant bliss.
I only have two ears and that’s too many.
Please don’t talk to me about goals or efficiency
Of teamwork and statistics.
Your buzz is full of sting.
I’m certain in the end I won’t care
And neither will you,
After all, it’s built on fiction
On numbers that go up and down with the sun
Their deluded warmth fading to cold dread.
I wasn’t born for this and neither were you.
This building of glass and steel
It’s not real.
It’s another bubble
And it’s about to..