Mask Of Reality.

I sit here a wondering,
As a smirk crosses my features,

What next?
In the ever widening darkness,
What next?
When we sit, controlled by machines,
Mindless drones, masked, looking alike,

And yet still we wonder,
Where we went wrong,
While out on the streets,
The children and adolescents,
Run amuck, shooting guns,
Wilding knifes,
Weapons of mass destruction,
Littering our suburban streets,
We sit here awondering,
As outside,
The children and youth are dying,
When will we learn?
To watch the windows,
And not the T.V screens,

I sit here a wondering,
As a smirk crosses my features,

What next?
In the every widening darkness,
What next?
When we sit, controlled by machines,
Mindless drones, masked, looking alike,

We are watching the screens,
We are watching the deaths,
That if we looked out our windows,
We would see first hand,
Gangs of the young,
Wondering the streets every night,
Stalking each other,
Weapons drawn, dangerous and deadly,
They are different, all of them,
Not a mask upon any face out there,
I look out upon them, a smile upon my face,
Slowly my hand slips up,
Grasping the mask upon my features,
Removing it, and crushing it,

I sit here a wondering,
As a smirk crosses my features,

What next?
In the every widening darkness,
What next?
When we sit, controlled by machines,
Mindless drones, masked, looking alike,

The mask that made me the same,
Has now been banished forever,
Now I walk out to join the gangs,
A knife in my hand,
I twist it around, hoping for it to cut,
It slices through the mask,
Of the man walking nearby me,
But still underneath that,
There sits another mask,
He is forever masked,
Unlike the gangs of the streets,
They are free to express themselves,
They are not masked and alike,
They are the different order of life.