you feel limited static
just weight on the floor tantrum tragic
On the sofa you cannot see yourself
yet you are infinite
You get bored by the marketing hotspots
The glowing false euphoria swells and pops
fades and subsides from your brain
you sit programming the next campaign
You feel organic
a physical machine in panic
Product at the end of a line of geneology
No purpose to exist free me of the need
Your peers take to thread bait
quick highs in love and lows in hate
no final destination just emoji soup
Breeze to nowhere on a happy loop
Minds carved out of nihilism
it obscures your incredible inner course
The eternal part of you forced into a schism
the worthless feeling grows enormous
where is the purpose you scream
what is this life really even for
This absurd hurdle for dreams
lives disconnected from their core
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