I hear music and take flight
air climbs inside my nose
I fall into a deep well of memory.
Have to remind myself this is the good life
keeping in mind the underlying premise
none of it is real.
Triggers act as a kill-switch
a built-in flaw in the matrix
self-defeat the only exit
from a self-defeating system.
The clock tocks when it should tick
I zag when I should zig
space between molecules allows breathing room.
If I concentrate on essence
and forget form
I can slide right through.