distraction

I use my own numbing agent,
calling it 'knowledge'
I pump it into my veins
with no regard

there are no pills,
no drinks or syringes;
there are words
devoured en masse
in the pursuit of something more;

just a distraction 
from doing;

I too am haunted
by my dreams

Distraction

how can we be peace
in a world intent on noise,
a world that leaves us
so hungry for distraction
this chaos becomes real;

how will we know reality,
how will we find calm
amongst these waves;
have we accepted
this new existence
of constant motion
as our preferred reality;

do we remember
what we are missing -
if we did,
would we care -

where is the heart,
what is left of our soul,
are we bankrupted;
have we sacrificed our lives
beyond the noise
to empty distraction