White noise

A cluttered mess.

Concepts overlapping.

Ideas leaking everywhere.

A mind full of static noise.

A blanket to keep us warm.

To keep us busy.

To keep us occupied.

Dramas painted onto the walls of our cities.

We derive ourselves from our melting sand castles.

Made of noise.

Nice face painting you have on.

But underneath that mask

We have nothing to hide.

Only lies.

Lies to cover with.

Lies to paint with.

But the underneath pierces.