No way to get home no way to see out of this bubble
Set in the ways of artificial reality
Simulation stimulation the freewrite has got the motor oil
Rolling, Ridged up, Wired correctly
The bass in the treble have met trouble as the levels have levelled
Hitchhiking best works with a smile
Down the road and across the Nile
Built-up with the plenty, sacrificed the many
Moral support from the Universe
Shooting star witnessed from the top of a mountain
Turbo speed, Jets ignited, Creative flow
Flowing like a wizardly glow
Magic spell, Finding time, reaching for the heavens
Tips of finger sparked and lite
Freewriting my way through the story, dancing in the painting
that I have painted
Canvas come real, the reality turned into a simulation
Fancy pants, embroidered bandanna, dancing in my boots
rocking out to local punk music
So many faces, so many beautiful places
All willing to dance to the sun sets in the distance
