Screens of no time, I despise
Your pixels and patterns.
For they tune me into
the realm of volatile choice.
So, I scrabble these soft-a-ware lies into a destiny,
where every sickening banner reads
"Either you're enough today, or that will not suffice tomorrow!"
I am down with new paths, and other strategies scare me.
Guess what pulls me to 'uncode' this?Purposeful lives plagiarize
Meaningless deaths really.
Unruly them, always bedazzled
By an assumed plug-in for disharmony research.
What can I do with such silly questions in enormous appetites,
Like "what's this imagination doing in the next century"?
Right now let's probably accept that it's
Plundering my time.