It’s a statement of grace,
it’s a show of good taste,
it’s a badge pinned to your shift;
of compartmentalised hurt.
Tell all about your energies as a result of your fine pedigree.
Turn away from what lies beneath with an inheritance of serenity.
It’s a fortune left untold,
it’s a story forged to be sold,
it’s a benchmark set too high;
a pack of institutional lies.
Mired in abject disassociation we create personas meant for emulation.
The aim is not for education but of idols for due supplication.
It’s physical and serene,
it’s digitally based doctrine,
it leans upon your thoughts
like you’re a train run off course.
Through the night into the day
there is a practice that must remain.
Into the dissonance of the chase
plunged into a public disgrace.