Binary Diary

 

Breath 101010

I've lost that part of me

that made living seem as easy as to breathe

we are robotic ants with faulty brains

breathing in and breathing out

it's an automatic function of our Operating System

windows of the dual helix

But living seems to be constantly out of grasp

partly because we don't let live and don't get love

or cause we're way too busy imitating the grey monkeys

and building walls with cracks barely sufficient.

I'll lend you my remote control if you can bring the pop-corn

perhaps we'll even get to choose a film that ain't a blockbuster

I used to be my couch's only master

but you will even get an extra pillow if you come.

This is an invitation paved with good intentions,

though always lurks the risk we'll both get scared as hell;

of a bad outcome, loss of face, or evil spells

and kill this infant spark before its birth.

If that will be the case, oh, glorious days ahead!

Either entranced in perfect high-tech awe of boredom,

idly caressing our mental genitals to silent spasms,

or fierce in apathy we boldly ride each night as lonely digits

butchering through temporary friends of skin and plastic;

tearing the superficial wrapping - walking party gifts -

fully recyclable, environmental hostile and unique.

The sun will carry on to rise each day regardless

of all the pills you'll chunk to cure the vain, the pain

the need to find more human traits to slain

No matter how much work or tasks, how many adult serious faces

you'll use to threaten your hangover with,

deep down we sadly know the game is over

when we are left with just the mirror's face to sleep with

secretly wishing we had still

a bedtime and a teddy and a dream.