Sanity drifting in oblivion
clock gears rusting
with every turn
of the sun,
metal cages towering
over old stone giants
emotions manipulated
by gleaming screens
in the palm of our hands,
programmable minds
and destructive thoughts
fighting an invisible war
against mirrors,
the virus and the cure
in one flesh
a fine irony,
believing in a promised
of golden fields
but walking the path
towards a fiery hell.