The struggle is difficult
These times test our inner strength to its limit
Happiness begins to blur out of my memory. I forget.
What reality is
What truth comprises
What is it all for?
Are we all just crashing in our own way?
Are we living life on safe mode?
Do we want to wake up every morning with the same settings in the hopes that today will be different?
That our choices won't bring about the same crushing feeling of despair at the potential for us to freeze in the moments that really matter?
And when a little light flickers to life.
brings hope whirring into action
It cools the sweltering heat of thought.
Yet each time a memory is randomly accessed there is no guarantee
That the hard drive towards satisfaction will be reached with us still in a solid state.
no reassurance that overclocking our minds will bring us any closer to meaning
So Is this it?
Work is a murderer.
how many tasks can we do every second of our lives until that kila hertz us?
Until we overheat and can't take it anymore
and we are unplugged, put on the shelf and it uses our kettle lead for something new.
and we power down for our final decline
when we admit
control alt defeat
