I sit here staring at my screen.
fingers like the legs of an arthropod
spinning a web
with the keyboard.
I feel myself fade into an unreal world
that feels so good.
Talking to people who don’t exist
of monuments that never stood.
I know what I like.
And I like what I do.
I have convinced my foolish mind
that the unreal is true.
My friends out there
tell me to stay away from you
what I don’t see on the monitor
is simply untrue.
I cant figure out the difference.
Is this real ? Or is it fake?
Anymore of this trickery
I can’t take.
I am stuck in a circle
that I can’t break
I am caught in a dream,
from which I cant wake.
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