Static Acts

Air currents grind, monotony Image defined, static scene Adherents bent opinion-less Following scent of commonness Fit the latest rage Whatever stains the page Then fears allayed Of lonely shade Wheels, they grind, industry Insipid finds out, out of key Opinions bent towards standard waves Bleaching out divergent shades Mock integrity Veiled hypocrisy Ironic finds When selves descried Ban expressiveness, bold repressiveness Dictated by minds, closed tight And walls that shut out light And so we have static acts