Fiction is such a welcome lie
Under an indifferent sky
Pictures are soaking up the night
Put up some omnipresent light
Not unlike describing colors
Not seeing further anymore
As Time without interruption
Pulls new days back into action

People are the last of their kind
Raise some incoherent hivemind
Mouses all runing down the maze
Moved on by an insolent blaze
There is a place above nothing
Where one could outdo anything
Mountains around just got steeper
Pick at the contextual blur

Fortune seeks only the living
Pulling some omnipotent string
No other task ever given
Courses of fate interwoven
Guiding stray fish out of the sea
An unconscious conspiracy
In disingenuous fanfares
Lets you remember something cares

We've seen it all and we're livid
The illusion is so vivid
Beneath  inconsiderate stares
Through such superior softwares
Almighty, calm and innocent
The world always gets its consent
In due blissful incompetence
Adrift yet always on the fence

Amid evermoving edges
In fantasy and in pages
Looking for a new way to find
Another path to nevermind
We call for the puppet master
And Time couldn't go on faster
On teaching us to get a clue
That nothing else that it is true

The tolerance has grown stronger
We could go on for much longer
Through an antidepressant screen
Reliving the anthropocene
Keep on rekindling the fire
Find the end of the quagmire
Drowning existential distress
Alone with anybody's guess