There is a touch of lag in this game of life.
One step forwards lands a day too
late
When it comes to pouring coffee
The cup has already moved. The burning sensation couldn’t
warn scorched hands.
And when decisions are final
Those memories have already been made
Just make sure the
floor you land
upon
Is the same one you
stumbled on
Blame it on the lag
And maybe
It won’t feel so
bad
Drop everything and come with me.
Drop all those chores.
Drop the weights in your hands
Drop the baggage from your past
Drop what keeps you down on the floor
Drop it all Continue reading
The all or nothing approach to life allows no compromise, you either win or lose.
But when those all’s are so small, when the nothing is your status quo
Lying down in the mud must feel so good. Looking up at the stars must hurt so much.
And all or nothing, well, dead is dead, win or lose.
That’s how I play.
I wake up and I must murder purple rats from bed to bath.
I walk to work and find myself late due to wild boars and bears.
I work out and every two StairMaster steps I see malevolent muscles.
I white out when I can’t make tea due to poison snails at my feet.
Random battles, without them I’d be free.
They say if you look up in the cities, you will see great beauty through architecture.
Hidden statues, Latin words, smooth marble curves.
But looking down isn’t so bad either.
Different types of dirt, coloured gums, discarded pennies.
Either or, I like the floor.
5 minutes.
Till next swipe.
It’s good to be a USB, you can connect with many
HDMI is the new standard, isn’t that great?
And RGB, yeah, we can still link up with that.
But imagine being something akin to a DIN connector?
Or a propriety cable for an ill-conceived device?
Lost in time, stuck to one connection till the wires fray
Yourself.
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