Parts of me were missing.
So I went fishing for the answers,
risking everything for the mission.
Thought I could rebuild myself,
a new vision,
but I couldn't see a difference,
the fix was makeshift.
Just another machine in the matrix digging myself another ravine I can lay in.
Just a pixel in time.
Barely a glint on the line.
Just a letter, in a word, in a poem of eternity.
Looking for something worth the hope of returning,
But our cries are just a murmur in the echo of a whisper.
The tension in trying to get each other to listen isn't worth the effort so I choose to live as a drifter.
See me, I'm here.
Right behind my nose, the first thing in my vision.
I'm aware of my flesh, and I promise we're different.
Foreign movements, involuntary twitches.
If you see, the connection comes with glitches.
But I am here.
Just a guest, but nonetheless present.
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