PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

On this technological parchment I transcribe,

The idea of humanity, now obsolete,

A prehistoric vision, in relief, lifeless,

That insists on shaping the mind, discreetly.

A backdrop, created to deceive,

The audience, projected in 3D,

Where illusion becomes the place,

And reality, no one else can see.

Everything is spectacle, shine and colour,

But beneath the surface lies emptiness,

A theatre that avoids the outcry,

Of those who, in silence, seek the thread.

The thread of truth, lost in the air,

While the crowd, hypnotised,

Watches without ever questioning,

The life that unfolds, fabricated.

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