Fight The Machine

I’ve been tripped, tricked into falling
trapped even, running a fool’s errand
Every dark corner of this earth
I’ve traced, and yet
found nothing

Feels like I can’t make any sense
in here, it’s dark and damp
Not much of sightseeing,
not your kind of heaven
far from it, to be frank

Been floating a while
back before I was born
had no choice, it was here
or else worse, hell
Goddamn it! Fate you!

Maybe I was too bright to begin with
I mean, too darn optimistic
and oh, let’s not forget hope
shall we?

Bright as the bubble that gives you light
at night, every single night, overhead
Things used to be simple
subtle even, well not anymore
are they?

Maniacs with thinking disorders
that’s what we are, the romantics
No, really! Think about it!
Our kind has to try so hard
that on the way, we lose ourselves

Has to look all over again
Turn the world upside down even
By the time you pull yourself together
you’ve lost the romance part
Well that and a few other things
like time, faith and ability of letting go

It’s a darn circle, that’s what it is!
Or a triangle, if I may
But whatever it is, it’s got to go
‘cause it’s about time
You dream the real,
Not the other way around!

© 2013 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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