Fishbowls of Lost  Souls

 
Tails flog  in chase  to  get ahead
Glancing blows off  windowed shops
Stops  are made momentarily to watch  parades
Fashioned  shows  of  rave,  to parabolic reality bites
Fogged  over  sights, lead by panic and  fright by invite
This  show and its cast  must  be  known,  to  per chance  exist
Food  drops are meant to nourish  from  above  as  manna  persists
No  one  will  eat,  until  its  passed  thru  bowels  of demand  at least twice
Foul’  recompense  alights upon  birds  of prey  and on  the  gentile fauna  alike  
Today  would  not  be  a  daze, if  not  for  yesterdays  unrealized  promise
Romanced   tragedy  in  all  its  vulgarity in return,  paid per view to this looking  glass
Sought  answers  from  outside  looking  back surmising minute reality perceived
Goading  the unknown,   to  merrily return  dreams  that  were lost  in futile  pursuits
Pleading  to  see  past  these  eyes  that  hold  our  sway, as  we  search  for that same from  memories
Blinded   and  unable  to fathom something  so  deep,  we  hypnotically stare until  fast  asleep
Cares are  cast  behind  in  a  tidal  cycle  swept  back  out  beyond  our current  wave of reference
So  we  swim  around  the  bowl  again,  hungry  for  that  which  haunts  from beyond  that realigns
 Ultimately not wanting to lose sleep as  our  faith escapes  we  swim away, in search of  meaning....