This is our world now

We ended up underground, barging in like sheeps, smelling the sweat of someone's armpit, hoping that the tunnel will lead us back to vision, back to upperground, back to light. But this is our reality now. This is where we never rest... walking numbly and with open ears to the words saying that the Sun is just a mith!... that there are no trees and green pastures... and all those believing in fresh air are stupid and crazy!
This is our world now: hopeless and blind to the truth.