It’s easy to be dragged down the hallways of excitement,

Unable to turn away from the light of other’s lives,

Caught up in answering questions that echo through humanity,

Painting pictures with the color of commercials.

They float burned up ashes as time strips away days in the real world,

People paste smiles, blow kisses, hug thin air until their skin is grey.

The story ends with no new words.

How did this happen?

We drank the drug of distraction.