Disconnected
Every day the sun shines the same;
Yellow, bright, boring light.
Every day the wind is the same;
It just gets in the way, like people on sidewalks.
Every day people pretend to want to smile;
The wilted flowers shed tears of dust.
Every-day frustrations blossom;
Mushrooms thrive on subway platforms.
Every day incivility is excused;
Politics wears a comedic mask.
Every day the truth grows weary,
Embarrassed by a thousand lies.
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