All of the stories were downloaded at one time
Dreams like premonitions full of wild narratives and people we would see again
The human mind stretched to the breaking point
Scheherazade - coerced by the threat of murder
To disable the filters blocking the imagination
Too much, I won't remember a thing
In the years that have passed since we assigned an importance to entertainment
Our minds have not developed at the same speed
Every escape your cowardly soul could have ever wanted
Is but a click or keystroke away
The expressions of creativity bleed into one another
Making things up, now there are millions doing the same
There is no escape from escapism
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