Lost

We all have are similarities, sheep waking in symmetry, toward the end to the cemetery.

Unknow with hopeless futures, the kids laugh listening to future, who’s next that one guy that just got a feature.

There is a miss heard generation inside a lost planet, I mean who can stand it unheard voices onside can’t manage lifted and replanted,

 Whose words, do you really listen, nowhere to go, the sheep are missing, killed in action, accident, and when miss leading.

Who’s listening, who’s not and who’s miss interrupting it, it’s now intermission.  -  E.M.