As I look down at my feet, gazing through the empty street, full of people, who, beyond there smiley faces, look a bit lost.
I check myself to see if I am heading in the right direction as I could get caught in the ocean of confusion, and pointless conversation.
Imagine the child like wonder coupled with the adult intellect,
instead looking around brings nothing more but more ways to forget, What's really happening in this world.
Would you like your receipt?
Is that to have here or take away?
Hello, how are you? I am good how are you? Well I don't really care how you are, I just asked because I am programmed to.

Be careful not to stray to far from the script, everyday life in the street. Concrete beneath my feet and disillusion in my vision. Is this really the most advanced civilisation to walk this earth?
Any more advanced and we would be bodyless ghosts, wandering around trying to not frown as our insides scream for recognition.
But we didn't listen.
I begin to walk down the street, concrete beneath my feet.
Each step feels cold, each breath draws in the pain of lost souls.
I put my smiley mask on and soldier on.
Yes I'll take my receipt, I'll use it to start a fire. Let's burn down the empire. Maybe that's a bit childish, for hate breeds hate.
Then again, noticing is different to judging.

As sad as it is, that we have chosen to live life this,
Free will is free will,
So even if most are not free, they have chosen to be.
Help all you can, them let them be.

I see taxes being paid, men being slayed, revenue generated, all for the good of evil, which has penetrated, this grey street, with concrete beneath my feet.
This street looks just like the last one, and the one before that.
Where it not for the sign posts you'd never notice. Make sure your wear acceptable clothes, the correct shoes over ya toes, stand inline and don't pay attention. Remember that Tv show last night that programmed you just right so you will buy the next available advertised insecurity remedy. Go into the shops, spend your time that we call money, trade your hours for expensive flowers. At least the concrete beneath my feet is solid, shame everything else looks not far off falling apart. It starts raining, I put up my brolley as I go to get a shopping trolley. I fill up my cart with ingredients written in a foreign language. I think I saw these similar ingredients on the back of old stones and we called them hieroglyphics. Who knows what they mean. But they taste so good so who cares. I'll take 10 dozen of your finest processed thanks. I'll take my receipt too, I'll use it to start a fire. Lets transcend the empire. I walk away from the crowded market, nothing super about that place, I Put a smile on my face. Now on my own, I begin to walk home. Refusing to accept defeat I leave the street, no more concrete beneath my feet.