Well the text is not yet written, but it will be stream of conciousness uttering before I go to sleep


Before Sleep

Lying in bed the bright white of the ipad searing my eyes, it’s as if the world ceases to exist I’m transfixed by the screen, but it’s not so bad because I’m creating, writing, but I’m still mesmerised like a moth to a flame, I could spend days transfixed to this screen becoming Zombified over time, walking like a man on rails no direction just follow the screen where will it end ? Are we destined to become a generation lost no thoughts of our own ? Spoon fed their propaganda.....we got to have this we need that a never ending stream of parcels from Amazon and it’s counterparts.....one day I might order freedom, throw down the ipad look at the sky the trees feel the breeze live again....but now its time for sleep time to dream ...good night



Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2021-10-29 at 03:16

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