Blue Walls

Racks of spices
Entice those bored by life with their
Subtle
And
Supple
Aromas,
Each one
Feeling
Around
The air space
Within a human nostril.
Adrenaline-charged teenagers
Are immune to such
Weak
Sources of
Energy.
"I'll join a commune!"
Yells a silver-spoon sweetheart
Fresh out of her freshman year of college.
She lacks the knowledge
Required
To fully assess the implications
Of such a situation.
Her center of gravity
Has been punctured. 
It resembles the cavity in her back molar.
"My goodness, Katie!"
Yells the dentist,
"Your mouth is full of bullshit!
I think we should schedule another visit
Perhaps you should step down from that fantastical pulpit
And look around a bit.  Because the world is spinning round
And round
And round,
Yet you continue to wear that long frown.  What is it that's bringing you down?
The world isn't so bad. 
After all your dad is an iron-clad lawyer
And you have such a nice family.
Your life is such a thrill!
Don't you understand that there are people who would kill, and I mean kill, for your life?
And here you stand,
Claiming that you're battling bouts of depression.
There is no oppression in your life!
The Man isn't after you.
Your neighborhood's quiet. 
The houses in mine are painted flashing
Shades of blue and red.
Don't you get it?
My brother's dead.
Some man shot him in the head.
And ever since then
I haven't even gotten out of bed.
But you wouldn't know what it's like to be dead inside would you?
You wake up to blue skies.
No matter how low you feel
You can sleep tight knowing you got the better end of the deal.
How could you know what I'm going through?
Sure our pills are blue
But I'm stuck here like glue.
However
I suppose it's true
That the blueness
Of our uplifting medicaments
Matches
And
Meshes
Our
Bedroom
Walls
Together
Forever.