Food for the stars

Call your life
Is this a videogame click in click out?
Enter the game it feels real
Now one day you´ll get to pretend like this is not real
Not happening
Not tangible

But it invites you in
It´s persuasion is color
and you are addicted
sperm to the egg

Now come down and manifest
get an electric kick inside the skull
You woke now play this big world
choose a character
You may misunderstand the point of the whole game

So if you want another coin you need to
ease up on those fruitless conclusions that serve to
make you look like a donkey
Appreciate the senses
perception is heaven

Paint a square on the floor of love
then stand there before you look at someone else
Who are you but a wierd pretending piece of food for the stars
waiting on the plate acting like you weren´t put there
From sweaty little fingers putting a disc in a console
Like a control in a little kid´s clammy hand