Sea of Faces

I’m lost in a sea of nobodies, where each day passes as a wave of faces. Names call out but the cries are muddled from the vision of hopes and dreams left wanting. Wanting of someone to see past the everyday tide. The norm of what life has become too so many of the walking dead. The living, that live, as no more than a shadow of someone else they “need” to become. And in this becoming they lose the one thing that gives them life; their own true essence. How long must I sit at sea before I find the horizon… a nobody to the world, that is the only somebody in this mass of normality. People say to live is like to breath, a thing aspired by the unconscious of our mind’s will to simply “be”, but in the living of my own self projection I find that neither breath nor life comes as a thing of naturality, but rather a conscious and often painful decision of the knowing psyche to push forth through the suffocating air of the everyday people. Faceless, nameless, changeless, is the scene set so securely before me, and so forth do wells of lonesome foreboding well within my soul. As a climber without a grip do I hang precariously from the edge of this society, finding no means of scaling upward nor descending to a new beginning. If only the wings that soar my spirit onward could manifest outward and carry me far from this place, to a place in which I find my footing where the grounds are not determined by the superficial arbiters of this life’s genre. But to feel as such is no more than a whimsical fantasy living in a world where love is deeper than the book of pocket and how heavily its weight carries over into fulfilling the fluttering desires of the so said, “un-dead”. Yet the frost of reality bites at my spirit and I find I am in danger of becoming very much half alive as the rest in this sea of the nameless. Is this what has happened to all the rest? Have they simply become exhausted of the preconceptions and unmerited labels of the waves of faces? For this I have no answer, for it is here, for the moment, I must conclude this manor of thought, for the hour draws near where the petty in-necessities of this generation demand my attention. Regardless of how in-supportive or in-involved with the society of today, I sadly must still adhere to their rules.-