Occupied Prisoners Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Simple observations
turn into twisted opinions
That have settled
in the mind's eye
for too long
Corrupting our ability
to think objectively

Obsessions fed through
years of speculation
that Illuminati still exists
to divide the world
and conquer
like some old British technique

Minds wandering through loneliness
travel to depths that most people
do not come close to reaching
Minds that are occupied
can never understand
these minds that are submarines

Occupied minds are like occupied prisoners
they are prisoners within their own routines
Chaos is established
when routines are broken
Routines are time consumers
and mind consumers
They create lists set in stone

Schedules no longer flexible
Spontaneity lost to it's hold
on the individual
The soul that nature
has given us is forgotten
Selfishness established
like an Ayn Rand book