Ghosts of 21st Century

Our gods died yesterday.
And now we are free.
Free.
Ha.
What should I do with this freedom ?
Indulge ?
Slumber ?
Indulge, then slumber ?
Slumber, then indulge ?
In an age of sleepy balloons
And wandering loons,
I stand a stranger
Holding back my nausea.
Now you do too,
As we wander as hollow ghosts
Devoid of strings