You sit upon a chair
It's wheels moving you
But only when you perch back down
Your fingers moving fast
Your brain ticking
Like a clock
Hiding like a frightened puppy;
You sit behind a screen
Mingling with other people
Who too go unseen
The people who want to escape;
Escape from the harsh reality of life;
Life outside of pixels
Sometimes the pixel life becomes too similar to real life
You care for the people you meet;
You may end up spending real money
If an outbreak occurs;
The reality of life emmerges on your screen;
The pixelated world becomes real;
All too real
Your attempt to escape reality;
Failed
There is no ultimate route of escape
You must remain in these prison walls;
It is a life sentence
This horrid reality;
Somewhat superior;
Unstoppable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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