I’d hate to burst your bubble so let me elevate you to a level of understanding.
You’re so quick to the tongue that your teeth are in the way for words to find a landing.
You are a tie-dye kept together with the rubber bands of someone else’s bindings.
You spit out words of a person before.
It’s so quick that you don’t even notice their reflection in your mirror.
I bet that rotten taste in your mouth
is left over from when you went south.
You have your bubble and world of mime.
Let’s play bumper cars, I know I’ll have a good time.
When what should be important to you gets left behind, the significance of you lessens just the same. You become faceless when you stop caring. Whether it be because of ignorance, indifference, carelessness, or cowardice the expectation of your contribution diminishes along with the importance of it. You give up your face, your opportunity to stand out, when selfish lines are what you live along. Walking with the masses of the faceless, you feel strong, you feel purpose. But the purpose to belong won’t give you an expression worthy enough for the ones with faces to stop for you. No, they walk right on by.