Bliss

These tinted windows seldom seem innocent...

What we would give, just to get a minute?

Venues change, but never exchange

any one thing for a stimulant.

Reflections once revealed a fake feel.

One that used to touch souls.

Isn't it hidden?

forget the mention

comfort or dismissed

either way the tone must remain

the purpose must contain

...built up in this strange,

no this unique way

in which some of us portray.

A secluded state of existence among

those missing an image.

A slight glaze of entrapment tapped in.

The only thing amidst,

is the intelligence of these clueless manipulants.