rough draft p3

El_Kabong

Steal my soul
Loot my mind
Drown out my will to think
i just want to sit in a room
and numb myself everyday
I don’t read
I don’t think
I don’t create
I don’t expand
i buy my dreams
I trade my conscience for escape
But still there’s something in the back of my head
Saying my life does not relate to these images
That their situations don’t reflect me
These aren’t my problems
Warning me
Yeah, it could be…but it doesn’t seem likely…
A lighthouse lost in the fog of consumerism
I don’t seek
I don’t question
I don’t wonder
I don’t evolve
I accept
I assimilate myself for the sake of convenience and acceptance

pearlmutt

what's the title going to be?

this is interesting:
"A lighthouse lost in the fog of consumerism"

works really well with this line:

"I trade my conscience for escape"

it's an interesting metaphor, you'd think a ship would be lost, but it's a lighthouse, interesting way to put it, like it is the thing that guides us to safety that is lost, not the ship itself.

in our trade system of consumerism we have lost our conscience or lighthouse, the thing which guides us. I like those two lines, together

this is all very relevant to current events, things I've heard about stealing, looting, drowning, and and the inability of our government to think through the dilemas we've had recently:

"Steal my soul
Loot my mind
Drown out my will to think"

but that's just what i think.

(i'm going to title it, i have an extremely bad habit of titling other people's works, even when they have titles, i'm sorry)

I might call it Shipwrecked at the Convenience Store