Sat in slumber with a bent neck
Focused on the flashing lights
Like waiting for the three sevens to appear
Many hours passed the only movement, eyes
And twitching thumbs
Manipulating an avatar
Somewhat to my will
Game over for body
Game over for brain
The creaks and aches remind me
Reality is only virtually the same
The ones who thrive long term are those who understand the real world is a never ending chain of absurdity, confusions, messy relationships and imperfect people.
Morgan Housel
1994ever 