Twenty-Six

A treadmill through somebody else’s dream How am I still allowed to drive? Automation handles every word And free will left through my left eye One day I blinked and I was twenty-six The milky lens, a veil between the worlds Drains the colour, kills the hue I steer my flesh suit from behind my face A toy inside a clear balloon One day I blinked and I was twenty-six One day I blinked, the world, it went to shit You’re not real If you were, I’d still feel You’re not real If you were, I’d still feel