They don’t know which way is in nor out
With zombie-like stares they wander about
Blocking the way with their meaningless route
With others just like them. they’re truly devout
Lost in a World of Oblivion

Roaming around with their heads in the air
Looking for something yet not knowing where
Drive on the left side without even a care
Not really sure what has brought them there
Lost in a World of Oblivion

Sniffing out the luring smells
Like Pavlov’s dog when he hears bells
Looking like they’re caught in a magical spell
Forgetting this is not the place where they dwell
Lost in a World of Oblivion

Now anxious to leave with their treasures divine
Trying to cut ahead in the line
Thinking we care they begin to opine
I wonder if they’d like some cheese with that whine
Lost in a World of Oblivion

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