Sex and Sushi

How do you know what you are?
When you cannot smell the roses
When you cannot hear the ocean
When you cannot trust the moment

Consume and cry
Untrust alibi 
Dawned lullaby
Is this what it’s become?

So where is forward? 
Where paths trace back
Where dreams are black
Authentic acts

It’s all a game 
It’s all the same
Systems of shame
Awake. Escape. Submit.