Running from insanity

The voices around me
Are driving me insane
Empty cartons of people
Fussing about futile things
Only talking because the silence
Is unbearable; maddening.

And my mind tends to abscond away,
Far from this world that trite, bland
To the lands where the people are valiant
And the water one shade lighter
Than in this world of plain gray.

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