disconnected

Each worker fantasy paycard in hand
the hours in long scribbled handwriting
Questioning faces like new masks
Not recognising each other

Here we are dancing to a song chosen by a robot
And all dance unquestioning
So don´t follow me home I if step differently
Don´t let curiosity get a foothold

Over sunny ridges I make my way
touch screen fences monitor me
And a gullible few observe obscenely from a distance
The same words turn up every lip

Have you been blinded?
The world turns and cattle marches
Were you cloned?
Beauty seems to be in just how disconnected you´ve become by being connected