Academics

We surround ourselves with images - a semblance of the ideal
From my cracked perspective, it all seems so unreal
My soul is disjointed - I no longer can feel
Trite, cliched ideas encased in tombs of steel.

Stark white institutions - full of shades of grey
Everyone incessantly talking, with nothing real to say
Full of great importance, in an inconsequential way
Their new profound ideas - all thoughts of yesterday.

Hypocrisy is ruling in this new Enlightened world
A concept of perfection - somewhat knarled, twisted, curled
Everything we see - printed, packaged, bought, and urled
Anything unique - eaten up and hurled.

Even myself - a product of the trap
Sucked into an illusion that no will can zap
Drained of all its essence like a tree without its sap
A lost cause on a one way road, following the wrong map.