Everything registers on the scale one to somewhere.
I've logged in and on, been marked then as absent, ( so long and then gone )
The realisation that it's not a game simulation
comes later.

Christmas and robots, whatnots and if what's,
pennies in slots and your fortunes told.

Convinced that I'll sink
I start to swim and then..
..then the sky closes ranks
and the evening swans in

I swallow my pride and cadge a ride,
one going somewhere.