Play Station
Play Station
It’s not entertainment
But a relief from boredom
Purchased with the mesmerized hours of a working life
And save for love and friendship
To highlight the continuum
There would remain nothing to relieve the endless waltz of boredom
So desperate and insatiable
This need for new experience
The human passion continually outstrips
The worldly measure we are given
Though capable of dreaming
Imagining almost anything
Still we are tied to realities realization
Limited in it’s dominion
These dreams we have will never be
And as we slip from the pinnacle of our potential
Having merely glimpsed
The vistas of possibilities
Returning to the level where wonder and inspiration
Are a repeated indoctrination of acceptance
This is not how life could be
This is how life will be
Trendy little idiom
Wrapped in facile fashion
A cult to thieve away any individualism
Dressed in plagiarized opinion
A walking talking vacuum
The bleating sheep of humanity
Searching for relief from its obligatory boredom
And the intricate little details of fast cars and even faster wars
Are lost in the political greed and national gluttony
For the higher paid heroes and newer roll models
Reflecting in this dilatory need for belief in the latest craze
We are nothing more than a play station
Buy another game and press
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