I do…
Imperfect, inaccurate
Like me, with everything I do
Futility? Maybe. But still...
Every day, I convince myself
And wake up again
In the same trap
That I’m still human
Surrounded by something bizarre
Too cleverly evil for hell
Too sophisticatedly cruel
Its speed, its rush, terrifying
And I just watch
I should hide, fade back to nothing
Shut my mind off
And wait for it to be over.
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