Land of the Lost
driving to work, I realized that we sit in capsuoles
encapsulated in a microcosm of steel and inner sound
cocoons of personal choices
traveling devices that are prone to human error
and that, my friend, is part of the fun
it's pure chaos and luck
energy fields bouncing around
hitting electron fields bouncing backward
energy forward
movement
and my feet are fleet on the floor
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