Toy cliffs in a toy valley
Sleeping in the shade
Of a digital alley
Tiny and manmade
If the wonder is appearant
If it makes you take a breath
It's a shadow of the beauty
Of reality's caress
If you ever feel the beauty
If a game is pure as glass
I assure you have a duty
To be,
And go touch grass.
Certainty is a fallacy In this age of confusion. There is no truth Justice. No way to know prophet From propagandist Champion of truth...
Leisure itself is a potentially powerful tool of rebellion, when the system you hate depends on your over-productivity and...
Sympathize Understand me Listen as I dig through The side of me I cannot see Peeling layers off of my delusions Wretching body searching...
