it's like i'm underwater
the trees, tall around me, glisten in the snow's bright light
its almost serene
but not quite
at the edges of my vision, surburbia sits quietly
every few minutes, a jet passes overhead
there is no escape
from what we have made
the branding is everywhere
the clothes i wear
this pen, this paper
all share one thing with the quaint homes that surround me from afar
and all the faceless souls trapped within them
there are a billion others
just like them
scattered across the earth
There is no escape.
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