The Strange, Used, and The Plain.

The strange, the used, and the plain,
following the hand that passes,
seeking a common ground to grasp,
jaded, alone within a heart of masses,

I am a drone in an adult reality,
left behind a careless day of watching
stars that pass, with friends you laugh,
never fearing the great unknown, disturbing

Never really knowing what you have become,
until it is too late to change the mold,
becoming old, strange, used, and plain,
following the hand, eases the pain, I'm told

A heart branded, burnt to a black memory,
he will never leave his dormant cellar,
buried within me, love, lie, leave,
stand down, come down from upon your pillar,

Break it down, shatter the illustration,
blue skies, sun from your smile,
blinding light of control, and misused power,
change the station with the broken dial.