The Brick

Some dance in circles
in loud cheering chants
around the campfires
that bring fleeting romance

while others sit from atop
watching the action go down
and watching the pretenders
pretend all is okay around.

Some pretend the charade
actually has significance
as if it will affect anything
past the present pretense

while others mock those that
they can see spinning wheels,
the obvious pretenders continually
knowing how nothing real feels.

The popular, the jocks and cheers,
the ones who drink their sorrows away
in plastic cups filled with cheap beers
who rue this and each following day...

...the looked over, those looked past,
the ones who were said not to matter,
the insignificant, the outcasts,
without the surrounding noisy clatter.