Virtual Reality
Just a touch and go,
To leave me to and fro,
It let the odds to grow,
Wait for tomorrow,
Tempts for a blind follow,
A momentary stop in tempo,
Questions my ego,
Is it a flop show?
Before my senses know,
Just as a sudden blow,
It is established long ago,
Dreams score too low,
Never ever will let it go,
But what if played a dido?
Virtual reality sings as flamingo,
Says listen in toto,
Don't oppose the wind flow,
Be cautious and go slow.
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