Fond of a hotel
Not so much
Rather be in a tent
Away from fading material
Little cracks on everything
An aging time in an aging society
Old conveniences
Small shallow needs to fill up
Dented cups
Flow tested outside the comfort zone
Still do the things
No matter if its in a smoker pavilion
A pose is still a pose
The morning is still a morning
Alter the routine around the routine
Foundation the feet
All the same
Roots
Grounded to one self
You feel less special in less special places
No vibes
Smells of nothing but a fabrication
Artificial weird
Fake plants and heavy carbohydrates
Itchy skin under a light that shows you’re not a magazine
Edited
Glossy paper
Rip it up
Clean lobby in a zero energy
Passing through is easy
Or has to be
Robots driving the narrative
Are you alive or dead walking
Its just another place in an almost hidden place
Along the highway
One sign
Exit
Hazy Acres 
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