Melting into Lime-light

Our train of common sense
has come and left.
Here we stand,
left behind...
...a blind expanse of
mindlessness.
We are heavy shoe-d travelers,
bent over backwards,
waiting....
within a green beam of
woke jokes and distorted
divisions cubed.
We equal a net worth of sub
ways. Coated in the
lurid pull of popular opinion,
we are planted, firm in off
balance ill-uminations,
melting into lime-lights of
wondering who we are
within our lost trains of
thought
having
no tickets.