Today I choose full love
That grapples at my conscious edges
My error code
Tumbling down dark mode numbered lines,
Plainly and painfully
Guarding my thought patterns
That lead me away from full love
Which I choose to keep today
In my basket of offline organics
Springing to life within me.
There began ever increasing
Social codes
Codes of conduct
Policed by each other
Isolating the dissenters
And promoting the followers
Cults began their rapid ascension
Hate cults
Fear cults
Separation cults
Control cults
And secrecy grew
As honesty was lost
For it was Fear who said
Honesty could not be shared.
(part XX)
I’m growing tired of algorythms
Code points that leave me diluted
Into a content delivered feed
I don’t really care to have.
What Devil in me led me here?
We all may have taken leaps of ignorance
Turning blind eyes
Against the matrix
Leading us here.
No thanks.
On the edge of tomorrow
I am a factory worker
I wear what’s given to me
And I smile when prompted.
On the edge of tomorrow
I’ve never dared to dream
Of a wild outback
Where animals run free.
On the edge of tomorrow
I have left all my reason
With a command of salutations
And two badges of compliance.
On the edge of tomorrow
My routines are commands
My strategy is an order
And I die for a code.
I see lines and lines
That spin real fast
They close they open
They slam on the brakes
The time it took
For this built code
Is far too long
And moving far too slow
Perhaps I’m inadequate
Perhaps my skill’s low
Perhaps it’s just hard
Complicated computations
I’ve tried very hard
I’ve not slept much at all
I’ve not seen the outdoors
It seems it’s years
So please, dear computer
Make my night tonight
Make me happy inside
With a compile to smile about