Im sat here thinking on the brink of reality
In a world, consumed… in a fallacy
Sporadically writing scripts like a new… new testament
But in reverse cos it’s really flipped irrelevant
Gotta be malevolent… cos it s living straight ripped lines
Giving false finds… with its modern metal
Just cos the detector beeps, don’t mean the glory revels
Don’t let it embezzle… consume… its partial being
The closet room, in the vast mansion… not all freeing
Without foreseeing… Im feeling quick its grip
The noose, tight or loose… it’s in your own finger tips
Virtual tricks mean shit… it’s a world of physicality
Of man-to-man mortality… so shed some perspective
Have plans other than to span cyber’s collective
Be inventive… reach for realms beyond your grasp
The contrast is electric… cos solitary typing is digressive
Remember…moderation is effective… don’t tip the balance
Cos life out weighs typed play’s entrapments
Its nice to relay… but too much is like flatulence
It repeats… gets you know where… it embarrasses
Its just deceit… your life halts, but the rest keeps moving
And while your fine tuning… the worlds cruising
Some say it’s intruding, eluding… but I say escapism
Im using… you might call it plagiarism
So listen, cos very word is spoken… but not aimed at him…
Or aimed at you… it’s preferential to the whim
I enjoy it… but it’s by no means my most important thing
Yes… On my list of priorities…. its floating on the wing
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