A false sense of Reality

Damn, Im living in this world like an immigrant. Not seeing eye to eye, and not caring. I see this world in an entirely different perspective. One that is un-touchable, un-seeable, un-comprehensive. I walk around in my own universe, not reality because it lacks excitment. Nothing stimulates my mind, electric charges are not connecting. My soul searches for meaning that enriches and awakens my spirit. The direction our world is going, is bound to dull my spirit. Being connected with ourselves will no longer exsist. Well be built on exterior materials that will blind the humans we are, what were supposed to be robots, robots programmed by perfection. A false sense of reality.


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