Exile

I wanted to contribute but was dry
much like a barren blue and cloudless sky
but then I figured maybe I could lend
perspective that would endlessly extend
until a grain of sand got in my eye
and suddenly the light was not my friend

impaling jaded pupils with the facts
that no amount of blinking counteracts:
refusal to be part of the machine
eliminates your chances to be mean
or be involved in more productive pacts
that those who are contented may convene.