The 'like it' button is on another page
value myself on what others say
weeks of thoughts processed quickly today
to type up and not get left behind creatively

My shell and my shadow sit together to pray
hoping for the world to stop pushing the race
where i look like I'm failing again
but really my aim is to not even play.

The rulebook is on fire in my living room
all I feel is a creeping doom
how many hearts, clicks and jumps will i deserve
when i get to grips with the daily churn.

He breathes heavily down your neck
She stares cunningly at your gestures
They change your invisible intentions
To manipulate your inner perceptions