Erika Koenig-Workman

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