Watercolours on 200 GSM paper
A multi-cellular body,
In a multiverse,
Bounded by many realities
And freed by some,
It’s here I have come,
To experience the thrill of living,
The joy of giving,
The grace in forgiving,
Oh, what have I become?
Why so simple?
In a world so complex!
Where I can hardly tell the difference,
Between emotions and emojis?
With half of our lives being run by machines,
I know not who is who!
“Alexa, turn up the volume, will you?”
Where is the warmth,
Of the heart of a human?
The flowing depth of it’s nature,
That once streamed through it’s veins?
“Siri, why does no one ever understand?”
And pat comes a quote from a person,
But for his immortal philosophy,
Which, under a nano-second,
Siri had fully read!
So, I choose to take the old route,
I make room…
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