Enclosed Within

So out of touch and numbed by bling, Are those attached... To images, symbols and material things. And, On the other side of a widening mind divide. Sliding under what is believed, Protective cloud cover. It is as if exits have been closed. And those who have escaped towards the light... Can see clearly, Without assistance or direction needed. While those closed within, Can not detect their points of view... Continuing to dim. There are too many of them, Dancing in neglect and sweating expectedly... In the corners of chosen dark shadows. And they remain... So out of touch. And decisively free, From reality. A choice many sought successfully to seek. With a love for scriptured darkness bought. And preached with a delivery to suit acquired tastes. So out of touch, And numbed by bling. Sliding, Without denial... Under what is believed, Protective cloud cover.