life seems almost robotic at what i do
i go to work and chill at home
i read n write poetry
and smoke **** some days
got my ps4 locked away
i work nights and sleep
during the day
i sip coffee and go out for dinner
i hang out with friends
and attend A.A
i talk to my parents
i see the same news repeat all over
different titles different names different numbers
i long for love to open the door
i been standing outside for a while
and she knows
im waiting patiently for it has become my only virtue
while she puppets me to everything she pleases
i cant cut the string that i cant see
in the matrix awake but still not free
like a secret they forgot to mention in the scripts
even when you are free
you're still a Puppet