Image against image
Force is given, force is taken
Separated, represented
Choice abandoned
More of the same
Passion has been usurped
Rendered useless, a means to an end
Of consumption
Desire is dictated
Separate from my own
Something outside - reified
Disarmed at all costs - unreal
To gain assurance, to continue to function
Maintain existence
Producing a life that's not worth living
Each day I dread the disposable
Each day I am replaceable
I've lost all sense of myself in this dispassionate quest for placement
This poverty of experience is requisite for the wealth of objects
Movement is prevented while each day is wasted
Contemplating the contemplated
These days are coated in the insipid
To waste time is to waste everything
Contemplating the contemplated
To waste time is to waste everything
This overabundance, the poverty of experience
Choice is irrelevant, a redundant gesture
Movement is prevented
I count the passing of days in dollars represented as desire
Alienated from the creative
To waste time is to waste everything
Reducing days to dollars
In the name of survival I've become an object of trade
I have lost all sense of myself
Image against image
Force is taken, force is given
Separated, represented
Choice abandoned
More of the same
This banal ritual, a predetermined outcome, where passion is disarmed, abandoned as fuel for this cycle of survival