Unfocused Serenade Poem by Vision Ghost

Sought in this is a language that, I finally understand
That the artwork of another is my, therapeutic hand
Verses stack against another, to find a deeper medium
A meaning in music and imagery, so now a thespian

But reflects something inside, in recognitions thought
An emotion conjured by what your work, now brought
Before a quiet moment; reflection fades back to reality
A life I would rather not know right now, so desperately

And deeply my thoughts turn inwards and slowly inflect
Outward to unforgiving worlds, too preoccupied to accept
Any sense of ambiguity, as this, a challenge of personality
So thus people walk blind and never knowing, individuality

Lost we’ve become, in the rush hour and the morning rise
So we no longer accept, the concept of what we recognise
As something other than ourselves, beyond the normality
Of something that we have so christened; something daily

Tearing ourselves apart so, for the meekest of all rewards
That even now, deeper words have no meaning like frauds
Barraged toward the sub conscious, collective in a mind
Of a world that has become warlike, unloving and unkind

We are so pulled by the suffering, of others but not to aid
That we so seek the comfort, in the luxury to simply fade
Away from the possibly, of ever getting involved again
Or to pretend now the charity, that we always deeply fane

Is it little wonder why we have lost faith, in this world?
That we shall remain so tightly indrawn, so tightly curled
That deeply drunk is the existence, of the stress we covet
And to face then the next day, so lost, so confused to it

Carry on the delirium of life, as we slowly now age away
Just stumbling over ourselves, in a circus to a better day
That eludes even the happiest, of all if it not be for money
We seek so hard and never be found, in an ongoing comedy