Our metal tube lines up on a runway Anxious engines wait for the call Then roar to life when a deafening sound Bringing us to a speed beyond reason, comprehension Houses in grids tessellate to the horizon We rise, sharply, to the blue sky Clouds hide the ground Fluffy and full, a blanket in all directions The winged craft skips around A child during recess Reaching ever higher towards the Great Unknown Sailing the sea of cotton candy
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Standing watch in the field once green Cloaked in fog Waiting for the winter winds Arms stretched wide, ready for action Tools of the future Patient for their time to shine Marking the separation of power Protectors of the small towns Bringing both delight and despair
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If only I could find my way Unaccustomed to a long commute I journey on without a suit The threshold warns of the old rules If only they would apply in schools I hear voices, unburdened from wearing a mask I try to focus on my task Meeting someone new without any strife Better than HD in real life The simple act of sharing a meal Telling some secrets is part of the deal Traveling home doesn’t seem so extended The dread of being alone will soon be suspended The sun slips behind the horizon Bursting sky colors are rising …
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The constant change is all aroundExcept the snow that’s on the groundEach day the same inside my homeAll I want to do is roam More people sick than I can countThe numbers always seem to mountAnd so I hide behind my wallsNo one to see, no one to call I build a world inside a gameVirtual love and loss and fameI read a book for all the same reasonsWill this last another season? Yet soon I’ll make a daring moveTo brave the storm with something to proveA land of old friends and old family to seeWhat will they think of…
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Hazel eyes stare into a virtual worldSocial guidelines restrict movementWeather brings darkness, even at middayThis is not a temporary fantasyNo willpower can resolveHope for a certain future waversDeeper still into the depthsMental acuity replaced with foggy uncertaintyThe pounding rain intensifiesMatching the turmoilModern conveniences offer no respiteHuman contact awaits
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Nocturnal by natureCreated for comfortMy master controls me An array of colorsOnly the bestNothing like my boring cousins Awake or asleepThey have no in-betweenFollowing the old ways I am the futureEvolved from demandUseful Working together as oneA simpler world is bornNo rest for the weary