PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I suffer from a mental hangover,

I reject everything because I know,that it will be just another virtual intoxication,

A dive into a sea of illusion,

Where reality dissolves into digital fog.

Each sip of information,

An acrid draught of disconnection,

And in the hangover of emptiness,

I feel the weight of saturation.

I refuse the feast of data,

The voices that shout endlessly,

For I know that by succumbing to this addiction,

I will lose the little that remains within me.

I suffer from a mental hangover,

And I prefer the sobriety of silence,

To the drunkenness that virtuality brings,

For only in quietude do I find peace,

Far from the euphoria that consumes,

Far from the noise that engulfs me.

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