Virtual Reality Lacks Real Virue

Rice Krispies from Crispy Rice every once in a while,

The convulsion of thinking big minimalism will take me back,

This Fork in the road is a billion fold but still stuck in wild mind state,

Going from possibilities to probabilities to eventualities.

Month 'till school starts again and I pretend to like my countless "friends",

I rarely am given ample opportunity to speak truth but when it comes they go into a trance,

So enlightening they say but these screens separate and divide, as implausible as noticing the sky,

I've gotten used to laughing with the mirror like I am with.

I often think of what I could be,

Rarely thankful for what I have been,

To see another tortured or pure soul smile and break the spell free,

Just the thought of that fills me.

But here I sit with my legs up stabbing my mind away,

At freedom; pondered, amplified, sustained, desensitized, endured, and submitted,

The word alone makes me cringe as I see the likes of this country in every way binge,

By closed opinions sometime somewhere is everyone's mindset.

That God passed away.