Stuck to the clean screen,
like a little feign queen,
in this collective dream being,
sending smoke signals through green screens,

“What are you doing?”,

well to make a long story short I’m dreaming,

trying the shake the feeling that I can’t wake up,
that all this time I’ve wasted is time I can’t make up,

wake up,
look up,

why are you all crunched down,
hunched down staring at that little pixel screen,
can’t you see what you have standing in front of you,
is a manifested miracle called Life AKA a Human Being,

and you’re a human too,
and we used to have freedom,
remember having deja vu,
and getting that goosebumps feeling,

“What are you doing?”,

what do you find so interesting on that screen,
what are you seeing in the EMF neon,
a warm glow a comfort of sorts,
the key to your own coliseum?

seen through a clean screen,
that you feign for like a feign queen,
in this collective dream being that we’re all seeing,
sending smoke signals through green screens,

“What are you doing?”,

well to make a long story short I’m dreaming,

from green rooms to blue seas,
Android is the new morphine,
coke is old alcohol *****,
and ****** is boring,

so boring I’m snoring,
think I need a soul slap,
we can not all be Kanye,
but we can always soul clap,

see you on your cell phone,
and want to give you a hand slap,
remind you to get back to reality,
before you wake up and this Life’s a wrap.

Trying the shake the feeling that I can’t wake up,
that all this time I’ve wasted is time I can’t make up…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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