Never Lived

There's a map in my face

but you’ll never see it, 

there's a prediction on my palms 

but you’ll never believe it, 

there’s a story in my head 

but you’ll never read it,

this modern life leaves no trace,

it’s such a waste, the crime is 

you don't care to understand 

anything outside your cell phone screen

your mind has been rinsed clean

with undiluted nonsense,

you're void of ingenuity, 

a parody of life dances around me

this is something only I can see

you’re all part of the procession

begging for each other’s attention,

I want no part of it,

when I'm dead the monumental task 

of trying to understand 

the monotony of such tired machinery 

would’ve meant nothing,

the words I've written 

and the pulse I’ve drummed 

into existence will be buried 

under the compost of a million dead, 

it will be as if I've never lived