My friends have all unfollowed me
on social media,
since I started following them on the streets,
on their way back from work,
when they're all alone,
unprotected from their deep sea thoughts.
They know that now I only dream their dreams
and live their lives,
like a professional xerox machine.
The world stopped walking and now it's planning its suicide,
hitting Capital points of its body,
every day.
We all have words but few own meaning,
we all wish for clean keyboards but
no one has something that isn't ***** to put out there.
We're part of a group of solitary mad people,
digital born followers,
with no one left to lead,
with no paths to choose from
and no clean clothes for the our own memorial.
the day we live in
is the day we fly.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
My friends have all unfollowed me
on social media,
since I started following them on the streets,
on their way back from work,
when they're all alone,
unprotected from their deep sea thoughts.
They know that now I only dream their dreams
and live their lives,
like a professional xerox machine.
The world stopped walking and now it's planning its suicide,
hitting Capital points of its body,
every day.
We all have words but few own meaning,
we all wish for clean keyboards but
no one has something that isn't ***** to put out there.
We're part of a group of solitary mad people,
digital born followers,
with no one left to lead,
with no paths to choose from
and no clean clothes for the our own memorial.
the day we live in
is the day we fly.
