My soul is intertwined with metal and silicone.
Social interaction defined by discracebook.
My outlook, unswerving.
My very being, unnerving.
Consistently wondering what will come of my children.
And picturing how I will raise them in Meriden.
And of theirs, if they even exist at all.
Now I stand tall.
Laughing at my own reflection.
A tyrant to myself.
Im packed tight with wires and GPS.
What a mess of humanity.
The man that I cannot be.
Groping and moaning for a woman I cannot see.
On the curtain of morning,
I wake up and go to ***
Then I lay my *** down
and nod off to philosophy.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
My soul is intertwined with metal and silicone.
Social interaction defined by discracebook.
My outlook, unswerving.
My very being, unnerving.
Consistently wondering what will come of my children.
And picturing how I will raise them in Meriden.
And of theirs, if they even exist at all.
Now I stand tall.
Laughing at my own reflection.
A tyrant to myself.
Im packed tight with wires and GPS.
What a mess of humanity.
The man that I cannot be.
Groping and moaning for a woman I cannot see.
On the curtain of morning,
I wake up and go to ***
Then I lay my *** down
and nod off to philosophy.
