The truth?

The future is unpredictable,
We are unstable.
Eating each other like animals,
Running from ancient origins.
The truth-we don’t need it;
Our reality-we can’t leave it;
In our cells we wait for action,
No ideas, no thoughts,no reaction.
To Press the button and its "all ok",
That’s what we want everyday.
To be cosy and untouched,
And to let your unique ass be watched.
Because fame must be a drug,
That causes sclerosys , but money in the bag.
Is this a future we should choose?
Even if we see that we loose?
I guess you can’t ask that no more
Because your mind already has no lore…or it does?

FaQ up-side-down..

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