Hypnotized

Despondent with a blank stare I wave my hand but no one's there Rendered catatonic by The noise that's used to fill the mind A droning litany To ease the pass of time No more need to be Alone with what's inside Echo chambers reinforce A now long silent source Fills the void created when There's no self-reflection A droning litany To ease the pass of time No more need to be Alone with one's own mind Pain no more Never have to fear encroaching idle bore Fill the emptiness with distraction Head down and focused on the meaningless Why fix something that doesn't need redress? What harm is there creating diversion? What consequence if introspection Dies? We're hypnotized Drowning in the noise There is no defense against suggestive voice Mental muscle won't obey When it's withered up and atrophied away