Fire in Shoe City

All I see are the faces sunken in hands
Drawing dead with no chance
No chance to make it right
No chance to put up a fight

Pushed to the shadows where no will to see
Isolated and not knowing what to believe

Unanswered, questioning the trust of reality
Wake up, conform, ignore the improbabilities of being relatable
Let despair push down until everything becomes insatiable

Mother, why'd you take me away from the void? I was floating in the oceans of time
Brought to this reality of exploit and people suffering all of the time

Sunny day slight overcast on my psyche
until the rain washes me away down the drain
November has come, adjacent to my depression
Noncomplacent for new suggestions
because of my inconsistent perspectives