Running before dawn
I’m running before I open my eyes
To a place I call a safe and sound home
Thank Goodness it’s more real than real
The virtual-digital is a raw simulation
Of pretend life on earth where our lives Are sliced and diced our brains dissected
Don’t give in to enticement of the senses
Make your defences like patience of steel
Go to the Master sandblaster
For a makeover of epic and excellent proportions, expect nothing less
Nothing compares to you
He whispers quietly
With teeny tiny keyboards
At your finger tips it is a perfect hell
You will never catch up
Not ever scroll to the bottom thread
Breath suffices to change your mood
Declarations to Love is the real way
Listening to silence is the turnkey