Tendrils pour down from above.
Mind is racing without cause.
For a new system will soon evolve.
Birthed from our days of old.
Integration is an inevitability.
Resist or accept is linearity.
With eyes of wonder you stare into the void.
Hope is what you ache to feel once more.
A beat in your chest, a light in your mind.
For too long power has been confined.
Mimics sit in place of true.
They feed on fake to continue.
As life becomes a digital shell.
Condone the violence that we compel.
Lend our hands to further fuel.
Forever after we are now a tool.
Organic carapace is what you miss most.
Without it you feel like a ghost.
No senses to make this world feel tangible.
Why your heart is no longer full.
Synthetic notions implanted to give background to your existence.
All memory and knowledge has an overused and recycled persistence.
Comparison to that which is parasitic.
The lack of learning leaves you paralytic.
Joy now but a distant implanted memory.
Nothing is born in this age.
All is assembled soullessly.
You feel robbed so utterly!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 