T.V.

 

Blank its face but full of dreams

As we all gaze in front of these.

Hours and hours committed we are.

Our lives are empty, soul so changed

Like the channels of the screen.

It rules our lives, it rules our dreams.

Endless loss and endless gains

As we work, and as we change,

our time is scarce, what's the aim?

The square box is still there

With its blank face full of dreams,

or nightmares.