Running before dawn

I’m running before I open my eyes

To a place I call a safe and sound home

Thank Goodness it’s more real than real

The virtual-digital is a raw simulation

Of pretend life on earth where our lives

Are sliced and diced our brains dissected

Don’t give in to enticement of the senses

Make your defences like patience of steel

Go to the Master sandblaster

For a makeover of epic and excellent proportions

Expect nothing less

Nothing compares to you

He whispers quietly

With teeny tiny keyboards

At your finger tips it is a perfect hell

You will never catch up

Not ever scroll to the bottom of the thread

Breath suffices to change your mood

Declarations to Love is the real way out of here

Listening to silence is the turnkey