I am a victim of the mundane
How can I escape it
There is beauty all around
But I have no time to embrace it
I've replaced it, my enslavement
Just working for a wage
That has offered no engagement
And still holds me in this cage
A hermit in society
A vagabond of sorts
Sorting out my life
But there is nothing to cohort
Wandering outside the box
Of thorough indoctrination
All antics smashed in fragments
Pieced together fabrications
What fairy tales they tell you
Just to orchestrate your life
Fables all unwinding
With no morality in sight
You could be tricked to treachery
A patron never questioned
Just give them a little more control
Nine/Tenths the law, possession
Yet the wilderness inside me
It can never be contained
As I contemplate eternity
My soul has a free-reign
A limitless devotion
To the sovereign elements
Creation in an atom
That explodes in radiance
Yet I'm a victim of the mundane
My body aches in habit
Slouching in demeanor
Evading the straight-jacket
The filament still whispers
To the dancing of a shadow
A masquerade ignited
Yet I dream about the meadow
With concrete all around me
This jungle's lost its fervor
The sewers all below me
They flow in but a murmur
I won't drink the standing water
It plagues me from hydration
Yet I splash within the pools
If but to keep me from temptation
I cannot see the stars
Just the encompassing of towers
I long to marvel at the heavens
Yet this fog only devours
The avenues are crooked
In a labyrinth so obscure
With the streetlights in a flicker
Gives off a visual allure
But in the end it's just electric
And I'm longing to be free
The controlling of this city
Is just another blasphemy
Gives the illusion of a splendor
Yet I cannot ignore the grime
Nor will I become a slave
To this fictitious paradigm