Archetype [Poem]

[Underground_Network]

When reality
Becomes reality
And fallacy
Is proven
To be false,
We are stuck
On an island
With no flares,
No eyes,
And no cares.

We can't see, because we are blind,
We can't be, because we are beneath,
We are who we are, and that makes us
Not us but who they, those who
Are somebody, but also
Nobody on rare occasion,
Deem us.

We are archetypes of archetypes,
We are a constituted confusion
And a mixture of misdirection
And misinterpretation,
That lead the all-terrain vehicle
Onto the dirt road
That leads not to happiness
But to an ocean
Of questions
That go unanswered
No matter how loud you yell.

Repetition does not make focus,
We are archetypes of archetypes.
We are lost and sometimes (but rarely)
We are found. We cannot be
Because we are beneath
And it's all because,
Because, because,
Because
Of them, those
Who are we,
But are also
None.