Apples and Oranges
The constant itch to be free;
Days of light, nights of spree;
Masks coming down every day;
Success poisoning everyone;
I don't find fantasizing wanderers anymore;
Cyborgs are all I see;
Numbers filling brains;
Junk filling tummies;
Is reproduction that important?
apples and Oranges are not the same;
One is sour, one is sweet.
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