Servants

Cubicle view, near heard
Panoramic in contrast, far sighted.
My optimistic optometrist prescribed these Rose-tinted Optics in red, most have fled, herd
A dream built with the hands of every farmer
Plotted fields with incredible yields, in their dreams? certainly
Golden brick road, man hiding behind the curtain
With a lullaby sung for every peasant to convince themselves they're not a servant
Panacea boot-straps pull themselves down
Paper mache people think they are made out of steel
Cubicle view, near sighted
Responses, lack-luster
Surface level questions, mustered
"so how about that weather?"
Even if they were glued, the hands wouldn't hold together
A home remedy you steal from your grandmother's cabinet, placebo
Self medicated with a sleep cap, a dream bought from a local merchant, and a lullaby sung for every peasant to convince themselves they're not a servant