The extrovert smiles and touches the outside world
A droid of joy
The inner world is unknown and cloaked in pretty idealogy
contrasts that would damage internal organs
yet with the right label could pass it off as art
The extrovert rubs the surface of the world
as if an interactive crystal ball
Worshipping the present
The redundant future a holiday camp´s abandoned canoe
The dance intensifies
The wheel turns like a thousand heads
to the compulsory beat the synchronized fleet
of choreographed collective feeling
The pub cover and forced chitter chatter
that masks their musical mistakes
A sip a gulp a taste of the distilled
a droid of joy of trends and appearances
Heating the grill with an attempted inward stare
So outward that the inner image itself is an oven of fear
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