24/7 Paradox Poem by P.R. Prosper

A man lost within the seams of his dreams
Sees
Himself gazing into the face of the TV screen
Flashes of a scene blink a wild child
Pointing to the heavens with no sense of denial
The pixels jumble and the audio
Whispers to a mumble
Impossible to hear over the low growing rumble

Then the screen changes and there’s a young woman and man
Dressed in fancy clothes holding each other’s hands
And just like the first time the colors all mixed
Showing something new when it was finally fixed

An old man sat in a moving chair with a book
An old woman walked by with something that was cooked
She said future was ready and the old man got up
Walked straight to the screen and the signal got cut
The boy woke with a fright in the dim of the night
TV was staring at him
He was going to be alright