Lights, Camera, Distraction

Rise and shine, you know what they say - Same old shit different masquerade. I turn on the box, then I read the page. Simple rhythms while I reconstruct my face. Taken away by the artificial sound - just like yesterday, and the other day, and that one day...

Who needs change?

I surf the wave of the information highway. I’m the smartest man alive - Me and my mechanical brain. The push of a button, I know everything. The one stop shop. The deadly plague has taken control.

I need a drink, after all this. Turn the knob, let the gods quench my thirst. I feel the great utopia. Skepticism washed away.

My patience curved - Accept the word. No questions asked. Time will erase this - Faded line. No one should cross. I am my own man - or am I not? Jaded from the world around me. Live my life - by the box.

It traps me, between fiction and reality.

More - this is what they want from me. Told to be safe with ardor, corralled in through the corridor. Never the best, there's always more.
More money, more evil. More.

Lights, places on the stage. The show is almost underway. Stay quiet on the set. Never disobey the director’s commands in this tyrannical play. Just brain washed actors on the world’s largest stage.

Live your life without question. Following the same routine every day. Reading your facts from the screen and your beliefs from the pages.

Ask yourself: Does this seem familiar? Does this seem real?