Cloaked they all walk idly by

Not seeing what they do not need

Sipping their coffee's with a sigh

Leaving those on the side in need.

They live their lives surrounded 

In a bubble they never see

While others sit and pounder 

The Ideas that might never be.

They sit all high and mighty

Yet they do not ever see

The ones who get by slightly 

Just so the "mighty" can be.

They will always be oblivious 

To those who let them be

Living in their bubbles

As the true ones are set free.