Array ( [sid] => 186583 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => MadMan Waters [time] => 2019-10-03 20:20:28 [hometext] => inspired by a banjosandwitch flow.... [bodytext] => A fear of falling asleep
cracks my head in time
I am no longer observing situations
now I am standing in line
just a number
my routines defined
ticking clocks and automation
keeps the assimilation in motion
we will all be confined

me I disconnect
for short moments at a time
though I am mentally twisted
in those moments
I can see the matrix fine
but then it is back
to standing in line
blinded by this reality
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MadMan Waters
Date: Thursday, 3rd October 2019 @ 08:20:28 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
A fear of falling asleep
cracks my head in time
I am no longer observing situations
now I am standing in line
just a number
my routines defined
ticking clocks and automation
keeps the assimilation in motion
we will all be confined

me I disconnect
for short moments at a time
though I am mentally twisted
in those moments
I can see the matrix fine
but then it is back
to standing in line
blinded by this reality
my persona has been consigned

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