Wind and rain resound the distance
heavy ambience, gleam in dispair.
Inner chaos overlooked at a glance,
felt through struggle and need for air.
Days and nights gone by behind a screen,
hypnotized by lights, symbols and shapes
like we will, immersed in synthetic grass,
grasping for tools fit for cybernetic apes.
Cranial pressure due to things undone
and the constant, overwhelming noise,
is there a way around this?
A dimlit chance, now far and gone,
stubborn psyche and a fragile poise,
his incompetence only his.
Under poison or endless clicks
we find a small way to cope
an ignored reality that bends and ticks
while clinging to a dead hope;
by means of self deceit, slippery slope,
we keep adding weight to a heavy burden,
saying “yes” when the answer is “nope”,
wasting the bait in something to lure then.
Cold night, drops, full moon behind the clouds,
without guiding light we trip blindly and grope,
and lost we think and reflect, hearing sounds:
the mistake to shoot far without aim or scope.