Why is life so rushie-rushie?
Why doesn’t the birds’ chirping
Shatter your glassy illusions?
A nightmare your preconceptions
Brainwashed into some inexplicable mess
Your mind cannot tease out.
Why is your soul an empty vessel?
It makes an awful lot of noise
But still sounds hollow and bogus.
A lie I cannot trust let alone die for
A reflection of a projection
On a new plane of existence in a virtual world.
© Sofia Kioroglou