| Current mood: |  aggravated |
| Current music: | VNV Nation - Dark Angel |
should be about finished my essay in a few hours.. break time means angsty poetry :P
-Research-
my reality stretches out like hot plastic,
i know that all things are possible
i see myself through a video screen,
observing myself observing myself observing myself
philosophical feedback, lame insanity,
an awareness all too keen to keep me in check
i could spend the rest of my life just watching
waiting for something to come along and trip me
make me fall back into the real world...
as if there even is one.
So much emphasis on being successful,
the money, the fame, the glory, materialism
i don't want to marry, no children, no legacy
but how can i live for pleasure and selfishness?
i have ultimate freedom, and yet
our culture demands that i earn it.
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