Scrolling through,
deleting lines.
Cannot sever the consciousness, though.
I try to wind down
my enchantment
with you,
with all of this.
Not worried about
what it used to be.
Don’t lose sleep
over what we will become.
I am afraid of who we are,
soulless automatons,
just waiting for our programming.
So, I am
going in
deleting lines of code
designed to shut me down.
They told us
we were free to live
and never showed us how.
Put it in our heads
that we were divine,
then put us
in the slaughterhouse line.
Have you ever felt alive?
No, I mean
really been alive?
No one knows
if they have,
of if they’ve only
touched upon the line.
Some say the way
to the other side
is Lysergic Acid Diethylamide.
Others say,
the way is not that wide.
Here I am,
rebooting subroutines.
Trying to see
what it is to truly be
free
and alive.
Maybe I’ve lost my mind.
But,
maybe that’s the way out?
HG – 2022
This is a lovely, honest piece 💕
I’m glad you think so. I often wonder how pieces like that one will be read by others. The idea of consciousness is so vast. Thank you for your feedback.