2.            HOLES OF WAR

Back to work and alone
Their eyes can tell you are a clone
And their actions seem like a clown
Who tries to hide sorrows with a smile
While relationships are miles apart
Like the holes of mental war
You want to work but the mind wanders
As others dissect your mind
For clues of your bizarre or normal behaviour
Your tasks are reduced stress
As you wear the mental makeup dress
As required by professional advice
Yet your eyes pierce through the holes of war
From the distant inside
You find a new mankind
You see culture’s reaction and denial
You want to run or give up
Yet you want to live and be free
Of an just outside world
A world which has left mankind alone.