Real World.

So what?

They think that I, we, don't know?

Think the vibrations,

don't reverberate in my, our soul.

What?

Am I, we, blind, to my, our, own light?

Cones and pixels must be missing,

In the vision that I, we, see, right?

Taking me, us, for a puppy show,

Is it wise?

Its all laughter and jokes,

until I, we, turn midday into midnight.

I guess when I, we, explode,

That's when you will realise,

Respect is earn't

And has a leased life.

Because just like that,

You can get locked off and locked out.

So consider your actions,

before its you that is washed up and washed out.

Or else you wont know what hit you,

When you are tossed up and squashed down.

Preasure on your chest,

Will straighten out your back,

And reinstate the common sense

That you exchanged for clout.