i cant think of a title for this. here it goes blank as the white walls that stand before me heavy as the world that rests on his shoulders deep in the depths of your shadow you will see that your heart darkens as the years make you older every morning you wake to the face of a stranger not remember the night before to yourself, you are the ultimate danger your lifestyle has become a sickness you cannot ignore the mirror of your soul begins to shatter and the lines of your life fade no longer will you grace the steps of your wooden ladder cause now you've been assigned and confined to a cage so let the healthy nurse the sick and the rich feed the poor let the deaf guide the blind as we all find what we're looking for
I love it. Maybe a good title is "What we're looking for." or maybe even something much more general, I could only title it from what I think the meaning is or from a segment of the poem though.
