From The Lab

I Am That Figure In The Distance

Let me ask you;
Can you see the world clearly?
As it really is, not
As it appears to be,
Sheltered within the walls
Of your 6 sided box,
Complete with the 1 fogged-up window.
I am that figure in the distance,
Shadowless,
Faceless, but watching you all,
And I can see you all too well,
Comfortable beyond reason,
With your leather and latte's,
Mood enhancers, and fresh exotic fruits,
All of the little lies and half-lies that make up your existence.
Over here, on the outside, reality
Is not comfortable or forgiving,
Out here we wince with the wind,
Exposed beyond your comprehension.