The In Crowd

The mist, the hue, the intrigue
In the midst of the glue, we sink deep
Realising our fortunes and mischiefs
How we made it this far is still a mystery

Our history repeats like it was pre-recorded
Going through hell, just because we could afford it
There’s a thin line that every one of us is accorded
It’s a personal blunder deciding what goes after or before it

Truth

Our standards are so low, no wonder why we’re tripping
We anchor to the facade as our minds stay dripping
Hoping to flood a lane so we can sail ashore
But the crumbs of the norms help unveil our core

And so we fade away, lost in the inner inns
Every fume is a clustered blur of cinnamon
The misery springs from our shames on high horses
But there’s no stopping us. We’ll perish and in the afterlife, fly vultures

The In Crowd

Andreá Fellini *2013*Copyright!

Art: assassin by ulorinvex

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