Artificial
Hey, what do you know
I discovered artificial life.
I stopped taking my pills
and things don’t feel right.
Too boring, air too stale
everything is faded grey.
I think about leaving soon
but just stay inside all day.
It’s only getting worse
everything’s going black.
Better get back on drugs
get my life back on track.
Copyright © Owen Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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