We are the A.I.

I realize a struggle I live a life and I'm in trouble
From gleams of daddy's eyes to taxes stealing mine
And oh what a concerned complication carefully wrapped in pragmatic propaganda
As-seen-on TV ad's BUY! "please give us all your hard earned cash"
...and??
is what we really breathe, to fill our lungs with medicated breeze, bathed in LCD and maybe hug some trees
It's the lightness of my shaded heavy soul that wilds me to faking that control
The figment of the walls, the weight we watch on wrists crossing-out the numbers that beg to be released
It's the circle boxed in perfect angles 12 in 30 - 1 forever waking to the same old days a hypnotizing sound in the background spiraling around back to some infinite beginning
Where were we??
OH! the never ending doorways of a path so familiar we're walking through the open skipping by the closets
While the screams are getting louder the silence questioning a creators founder
NO! we let the strings take without a single protest and when ??? and how ??? we all just set in loneliness forgeting that we're angry remembering the check lists comfortable with blurs never acting on the verbs
Qualifying the crazies that enlighten their escape with ropes or high off edges, sit to slit in waters profound and deep maybe they find relief
Or maybe...
We'll wake and need to speak...
~PsyqSol