I’m sinking in this sea,
writhing,
trying so hard to get free.
Every vector point
Spins the web of consciousness
Leaning back, into technology
I could be trapped.
Covered by the sea foam
Clinging,
I’ve nowhere to call home.
I’m sinking in this sea,
writhing,
trying so hard to get free.
Every vector point
Spins the web of consciousness
Leaning back, into technology
I could be trapped.
Covered by the sea foam
Clinging,
I’ve nowhere to call home.
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