My bedroom's been invaded! There
are strange, iridescent lights everywhere
I look . . . a couple of clocks, a security
system, a television and a computer. I
won't even mention the night lights.
A miracle I ever get any sleep . . . me
thinks it might be a Martian invasion!
I'm lost somewhere 'twixt the enjoyment
of modern conveniences and the sadness
of lost peace of times past. No answers;
only questions . . . an an inexplicable,
abiding sorrow . . .
where the hell am i
i don't belong to the now
lost in the present
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