Plugged In

We wake, We scroll, We feed the beast. An endless loop — A dream deceased. Cogs in a circus of flesh as wires, Chasing echoes of false desires. Likes' IV-drips the hollow frame — A currency of fleeting fame. We trade our souls, yet fail to see — We walk the path Of programmed dreams. Welcome to plugged in - A Virtual Reality experience of tales of the web.

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