I can easily escape inside my head - 
hide away from the dreadful thread, 
which intertwines unlike minds, 
into a frenzy of blind leading the blind. 
There is no avenue down which we can walk, 
where people never stop to talk, 
with judging fingers pointed all around - 
feet never touching the ground. 
Their lives are fleeting. 
Dead hearts are beating. 
Rhythmless souls numb to flight - 
will they ever see the light?