Dream Machine

Time machine it presses me Digits blur too fast to see Voice transforms to shards of glass Gather fragments from the past Neon lights they sting my eyes Memory a compromised Future slipping through my hands Lost in shifting digital sands Circuits pulse within my head Rust and whispers seem to spread On this ride I can't get off Wires binding growing soft Synthetic dreams they haunt my nights Echoes twist in endless fights I reach out but grasping air Navigating voids with care Steel and shadows form a dance Caught within their cold romance Gravity can't hold me down In this maze I won't be found Circuits pulse within my head Rust and whispers seem to spread On this ride I can't get off Wires binding growing soft